Poets are those who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

July 10, 2008

Weren't, Isn't, Won't

by Anonymous

you weren't there to see me on stage,
to give me flowers
you just couldn't go for a couple of hours
you're not here when i need you the most
graduation right around the bend,
will you be there then?
you're killing yourself and you know it,
but still you don't stop,
when i see you like that it makes me wonder
how much more time we have together,
if not much, i'll treasure forever
all the little moments we had when i was little,
now you're stuck in the middle
with a choice of life without alcohol
or one that will come to a certain death
please make the right choice
for the ones who love you the most.

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