|
Email this Poetry
|
Add to reading list

I have thought it to be ironic Mike, that your life was always so full of fire; your passions, your love, your smile; and it was fire that took you away. It must have been quite the battle in there that night, fire fighting against fire. You lived and died as a hero, my dear Marius. And that's how you will always be remembered. I miss you
Submitted:May 4, 2011 Reads: 54 Comments: 6 Likes: 4
|
Email this Poetry
|
Add to reading list
![]() |
Add to Reading List |
| Become a fan | |
| Email It | |
| Generate eBook | |
Share on Other Sites: |
|
Other writing by Ousma Named By Fate To Ban or Not to Ban? Angels (a poem) Somewhere Between Winter and Spring Death on the Horizon Catfish
Poetry, Poem, Life, Death, Pain, Sad, About, Heart, Hurt, Depression, Hate, Hope, Romance, Sadness, Dark, Loss, Lost, God, My, You, Girl, Alone, Broken, Suicide, Me, Fear, Friendship, Time, Nature, Friends, Anger, Joy, Tears, Family, Dream