What Happens Now?
Your confidence is what pushes you down.Now your dreams are shattered on the floor.Can you see all of us who you left behind?Our tears will only stain your grave.I wish I knew how to stop you,I wish you would have listened.Now all your beauty is wasted,and on what?A thousand prayers will be prayed,but that won't bring you back.I wish the tears we all will cry,wouldn't be cried in vain.This is a poem I wrote back in February, when I guy who had graduated from my school died in a car accident. He and his friend, who survived with hardly any injuries, were drunk. Written August 5th, 2001 © on Aug 05 2001 04:58 AM PST 0 • 1
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"Your confidence is what pushes you down.Now your dreams are shattered on the floor.Can you see all of us who you left behind?Our tears will only stain your grave.I wish I knew how to stop you,I wish you would have listened.Now all your beauty is wasted,and on what?A thousand prayers will be prayed,but that won't bring you back.I wish the tears we all will cry,wouldn't be cried in vain.This is a poem I wrote back in February, when I guy who had graduated from my school died in a car accident. He and his friend, who survived with hardly any injuries, were drunk...."