12:33 AM 12/26/97

Loss

a dreadful thing
makes your blood run cold
and your bones shake
Jump in alarm
and teeth quake.

But fear for a friend.
who your about to lose.
is a fear i have
i dont want her to go.
I want her to live.
i want her safe

A shooting star
the last hope
i cried my tears
but I will not say goodbye
that is a certinaty
my friend will die
i hope and pray
she'll survive this day
and i will see her agian

12:39 AM 12/26/97


©1997 to Kitten

||Poetry||Main||