My World
when i think of my world its all a dream
in my dream world people don`t just come and go
but in the regular world they do\
i wish this world had people last forever
i would`ve never thought i would be facing realiity
where i wouold have to see my grama go and disappear
now i see theres a time where people get sick and might have to pass away
until then you going to have to deal with it in the only way that you can
and my way is talking about writing about my feelings in poem
sometimes i just think that life can be a preiouse thing or i might just say sometimes life can
be thorn up and thrown away. i just dont get why when people are close to you they just die and go away.
some say to a better place is it true
some may say its crazy to question a thing like that or they might even say that you won`t get in to heavean like that
but what i belive is that there is one but not everyone always get in the place called heavean. depends on there soul.. but i hope when the times write when the time comes her precouice soul will be protected by a such thing callled i dont know God. i dont question it i know i belive in it but i do wonder sometimes about it. is it true what they say or just they saying mytholical things so everything can blown away
i watch people abandon
i watch someone die
i even watched a women who lived a lie
i know whats wright
i know whats wrong but tell me this is whats right not wtong
im confused im depressed help me now so i can be happy as an lovely dove if best
writen for hope to anyone that lost someone that was really close to them
R I P my loving grandma
Copyright © Sarah Larrieu | Year Posted 2010
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