Author Note: Okay, well I posted yet another poem. This is probably one of my worst ones, considering I wrote it at dark thirty in the morning. So if it doesn't make sense, I'm sorry,; pretend it's one of those songs from the 80's that people wrote when they were high.
All your words are trapped
In the memories forgotten
All your life's possessions
Lie on the floor unthought-of
All your days hard work
Unraveled unto the floor
And all your pictures are stashed
Behind a locked and secret door
The point is I don't want to remember
I don't want to think
Don't want to know
All the things you did to me
The pain you inflicted
The pain I felt
That is why I threw out
Locked up and left all of your stuff
In case you ever wanted to come back
Come see, come touch, come feel, come smell
All the misery I left behind is locked behind the door
And if you want to open it up
You'll see me on the floor
The thing you see is that I lied
To you and to me
I kept all of your stuff in case you ever
Wanted to come back to me
So that is why I shot the gun
And why I wrote this note
So that you would know why I died
With all your stuff real close
I died with your memories
Your feelings and your mind
Cause in case we ever meet in heaven
I want to be yours and you can be mine
Author Note: Okay another explanation...hmm, well again I don't have one, not even and idea. Well I guess you can come up with one on your own, I'm sorry you have to use your brain, it's just I can't use mine...lol. Goodbye, Until next time.
Kat
