Every April I'd sit here and cry
I'd rock my body to the dead and dieLooking at your gravestone here and now
Makes me wonder why and howHow it was you
Why it wasn't meThe rain would wash over my body
And I'd hug my knees like anybodyThe crash made a burn
Like scars that seem to churnI never felt so alone
With the shaking of my bonesNow looking at your gravestone
I just see what's set in stone.
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A Trip Into Space
PoetryA bundle of poems thought of by myself. Please don't use any of these without permission!!