Author: Koneko Kanshaku PM
Loss of my friend, loss of my.. everything.. This poem came to me while I was walking to school.. I thought it sounded kinda nice..Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Hurt/Comfort - Words: 56 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 1 - Published: 04-01-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2497945
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By RJ Wood
Walking down a road,
once was dirt, once was paved.
Walkin' on, headin' down,
remembering that purple gown.
Dying inside, weathering outside,
computers offer no refuge,
books offer no solitude.
Remembering that crimson flower,
remembering the loss of squire.
Loss of a friend, loss of hope,
Loss of my, ability to cope.