The smooth sound of the saxophone still rings throughout the hallways.
You were a sister to us.
We were a family.
We still are, but it's just not the same.
It's not the same without you.
AN: This poem is dedicated to a friend who died in a car crash on March 1st a few years back. Her name was Farah. We just know she hit a tree and died on impact.
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Nobody's Poems
PoesieSome of these poems are really depressing. But I hope you enjoy them if you want to read them.
