The stories of the deadA Poem by mickySame old road Same old turns With nowhere to really go As his tears flowed Just a few extra burns Suddenly time starts to slow All the times he lost his way All his memories no-one will ever see All his stories unread All the things he never got to say But he knew one day he would be free Now she mourns Because he is dead Same old road Same old turns With nowhere to really go Now she can't handle her heavy load She had too many concerns Suddenly she became so low All the mistakes she made All the things she never learned All the things she left unsaid But she knew the road they paved Her parents became concerned But is was too late she was dead...
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