| Writer: Girtrude A. Punnk Piece: Jossulan Email: N/A One more year to wake up on your day, And you're not there. The pain to feel my house... empty and alone. That your smile is now like a grave. Without your soul to revive it, Your smile became fake and lost... The smile that used to be my happiness to my life. To know you're not there. That all you are is Dirt. |