Left Behind - This is a poem - Feelings - http://maxpages.com/dsongs/Left

This poem is dedicated to Ashley Kisseberth

A fondly friend
Another one
Left Behind
To have a dream
Always wishing
When true
Dreaming, becomes a dream
Wanting to see
Wants wishing
There might be a new
Betrayed from pressure
Hard to talk
Tired to walk
Sick of acting
Want it my way
Mine or goes
I'm showing love
Quiet and listen
No color care
No human care
No picky care
Kept to yourself
Why didn't you talk
Why, why??
Why did you die
I'm mad at myself sometimes
No color care
Why leave, why??
God, you killed her
Tell me, dumb asking
Talk little to me
We talk, near end
Then you got
Left behind
Behind for Joy
For love?
Left
The oppostie of from
Left from love
Left from the
Joy here
As one said
Disguises make one
..........another
I've had too many disguises
Acted like another
To all
Forgivings a good trait
Too good for traits?
Old remedies, too old
New life....think
No more, new life
You should've come
Its my fault
I'm gonna fly
Though you like clouds
You're hazy, but
I'm still, passing through
I'm sorry for you
Disgusted with me
Love can wait
Thats what you've
taught me
Many, many things
Happy, and sad
You were
Left Behind

Ashley Marie Kisseberth, age 12, died, Monday, March 22, 1999 at her home. She died of a brain aneurism, and is greatly missed by all, and has teached me, Daniel L. Burkett, that I should look deeper than flesh.

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