a collection of my poems and stuff

part five

I am scared

I am a awake

but who is it hiding

in my memory

who's hand do I feel

who's heart do I hold

is this love?

or just a tear?

or just a fake promise

never kept

I miss the summer breeze

the falling leaves

the cold snow

and the spring flowers

I am empty

I miss the love

and the warmth

I miss the care

and the joy

for I am empty

I miss my smile

I miss my childhood

I miss the light

I am empty

.

I watched him die

for the first time

I cried

I sank down on my knees

for the second time

I screamed

he was mine I was his

till death came to quick