when my body goes limp
and I've fallen to the ground
when my heart stops beating
not making a sound
when my mind stops thinking
And there is nothing left
after my skin grows cold
and I've took my last breath
will you still be there
even after I've gone
or will you be sad
but easily move on
don't dwell on sorrow
griefs not a good friend
i just want people to smile
when my life comes to an end
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Author:
ChAdWiCk (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 30th, 2010 23:12
- Category: Sad
- Views: 35
- User favorite of this poem: mandabear1318.
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Comments2
Hi Chadwick, first let me welcome you to P & P! I hope you enjoy this site, Your poem seems a sad and poignant tale, but well written. I guess we all wonder sometimes what people will think of us when we finally go, but it is more important what people think of us when were alive. That's my credos anyway!. keep the poems coming, and once again welcome. BF
niiiiiiiiiiiice poem really yah that question is really important what people think of us when we r gone !!!!! will they remember our happy times ?!!!
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