Gone (ode to dennis stout)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

my friend died in a car crash on the last day of school.

At the edge of my bed I sit
This was when I just found out
Simple words can’t describe
The way I feel
I don’t know what to think
Or what to say
My bedroom door is closed
I cut myself away
And try to think and speak
We laughed and talked
And got along
I never saw this coming
I try to recall
Words exchanged
Conversations we had
Now remember
Since your gone forever

Submitted: November 10, 2009

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Who is this about? :(

It's nice Travis. I like it.

Tue, November 10th, 2009 9:48pm


btw, the last sentence. you'RE* not 'your'. :)

Tue, November 10th, 2009 9:49pm

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