Friends Don't Let Friends Drive Rocket Cars

I close my eyes and step backward into yester-year
I remember holding your hand when I was eight years old
I remember pet cemetarys
I remember attempted club houses
I can almost feel the tar paper cutting into my gritty little palms
A warm embrace
Teamed with the sweetest face
Eagar to win this race
We call life
A sweet little girl will never become a woman
Instead an empty chair accross from me in the cafeteria
Slightly pulled out at an angle
As if half expecting you to come sit in it at any moment
But you won't
Not today
Not tomorrow
Not ever
You'll never touch another life
You'll never be some lucky mans wife
Instead you're endless pain and strife
For all your friends and family
Six years of my childhood died with you in that car
With only me to left to morn them
I can hear your mother cry in my dreams
"My baby is gone, my baby is gone"
I see your face
Little freckles pepper accross it like a sugared candy
Sweet
You always seemed that way
Behind your cruel bitter sarcasm
I barely know you now
But if anyone wonders or asks why
I wait till I'm alone and cry
It`s because
Teenagers aren't supposed to die

Reviews

[Tyler Berg]

her death cut me to the core as well broham....I know how you feel

[Hedra Helix]

beautiful and sad all at once, lots of stuff that surprised me.