Forgive Me...I lay silent wondering.Tears roll down my cheeks.How could you die.You were a honor student.You were supposed to be a all star and basketball.You were supposed to be one of the few who made it out of that town.You left us.How could you.Why do I always cause such misery.If we weren't friends maybe you would be alive here and now.If I had never picked up the basketball that rolled to my feet.If I would never had made friends with the others.Maybe you would have been spared.Its all my fault.I always bring sorrow and trouble.I'm sorry I never wanted you to die.Not like this, its all my fault.I'm sorry for being there.Maybe where you are now you can see the Rabbit.You know what you use to call me when we played basketball.
Sailed Away From my HeartYou held me in your arms while we danced.You danced the last dance with me.You took my hand after I finished crying.It seemed like a fairy tale.I regret never telling you.I want to tell you now.I want you to make a promise to me.Promise me that you tell me in return what I want to hear.I regret never telling you what I felt.I wanted to tell you Valentine's Day, but I told someone else that I loved them.I was scared of being hurt by you.But my heart tricked me.I just want to hear your voice. I want to see that stupid brace face of yours.I want to see you wearing that dorky crocodile hunter ball cap.Why couldn't I tell you that I loved you.Why did you have to let me go.In the end if I had stayed we would have been separated.Why combine children, and then separate them so.Why couldn't I tell you on the open waters.When I sailed beside you.Why did I never tell you.How I really felt about you.Its been three years now hasn't it.Since I last told you good-bye.
White Roses ch. 1Once lived a young maiden, she was sweet innocent and everyone loved her. Her yard was filled with rose bushes that lined the white picket fence. Everyday her father would place a white rose in her raven colored braids his hand rough from working. His hat showed his eyes she never really saw the pain in his eyes when he left. She always waited in the yard for him she kept her self busy by playing in the grass with her army men her white dress always became dirty, but the next morning it would be just as it had been the day her father gave it to his small daughter. She never asked questions about how it became so clean. She always threw rocks at the boys who came close to the rosebushes. She was protective of the roses that her father planted for her the day she was brought home from the hospital. She always waited for him he told her that she was the most precious of the roses he owned. This always made her smile. Unfortunately, this was all a lie the only thing