December 10, 2009
By , McDonough, GA
Birthdays should not be spent like that.
Celebrating your life when you hear what happened.
Washing the terrorizing thoughts from your mind,
When you find out how.
I think I passed out.

Weeks of sleeplessness go by,
Tears line faces months later.
One person opened eyes to thousands.
One action affected lifetimes.

I don’t forget.
I still go camping.
Waking up drowsy from my sleeping,
Seeing you there.
I ride in the back of that car,
Oh, the memories

I wear this art to remember,
To show the beauties.
It is the last thing I have of you.

I miss you so much.

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SweetHeart_707 said...
Feb. 14, 2010 at 11:23 am
Oh my god. That was amazing. I love your phrase, "I wear this art to remember". This piece was really eye-opening, I think. Wonderful job.
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