Poems from Deanna
you took my hand but i stepped away i may have moved too fast for you fell so hard and hit your head and some cruel things you put me...
every day is a new day though we don't always know where you will go what you will do and what am i to you when my life falls apart i know...
that last day, when you cried, that last moment, when you died, it wasn't when you ran, or even when you fell, it was the moment, when you...
you're here, and then, you disapear, to never be seen again, but why do those, who look twice, see you standing there, i can not sleep,...
Does it make me lost, if i can't find myself? standing in a crouded room, that seems so quiet, but is so loud, does it make me lost to...