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Remembering My Friends

I wasn't the one to light the match, that started the fire to burn.

Nor was I the one who bought the gun, and spent the bullet, before it was my turn.

I wasn't the one to crash the bike, whilst flying 300ft. through the air.

Yet you look at me for all the answers...wasn't I the one suppose to care?

What were the words you spoke upon the bridge,before you crashed into the trees?

How can I bare the silence of the lake, as it took you away from me?

I shall never see that wonderous smile, as he brutly took your life that day.

As I shall never see the sparkle in your eyes, after you crashed your bike into that truck that way!

The gasp of your last breath, how can I live with that sound?

Now that you have gone and left me, I stand alone upon this old ground.

I can still feel your hand against my tear stained cheek.

For each tear I shed does not prove that I am weak!

How much heartache shall one heart stand, to grieve and cry all alone?

No one can hear the sound of a broken heart, unless it is your own!

Sharona Sharona 41-45, F 1 Response Jun 28, 2008

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No one can hear the sound of a broken heart, unless it is your own!