Summertime Stories

The Tragedy

A purple sky
I see it clear
It reminds us all
Of when you were here.
As the rest of them leave
I still stay
Wishing you could
Be with us today.
But the tragedy hit
And time can't turn back
But if I had one chance
I'd stop the attack.
If I were there
I would've grabbed the gun
But now that I think of it
Dying sounds fun...
So I grab my knife
Regret? I will never.
I'll create my own tragedy
To be with you forever.