sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize

the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard

i have learned over the years that love is no good It crushes your

This isn’t a poem, it’s relly just… Of pain and sorrow And the lost maybes of tomorrow For i can’t remember a single happ… i remember smiling, laughing

As I sit here and cry nobody notices the tears For I hide

It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination

what do you do when your worst fears are realized when the words you’ve dreaded hearing have been spoken where will you go now that