Sometimes I sit in my room in cry
over the friend that had to die
I look to god and cry out why
why did my friend have to die.
My friend was cool she always incouraged me to do
good thing in school
to be kind to every living creature
that walked the earth.
My friend showed me love
it was like god sent my friend from above
she was pretty it reminded me of
the white dove sworing threw the sky
then i look to the sky
and cry out why.
My friend made me feel so good
it was like what a best friend should
my friend made me feel so high
I wish I would never had to tell her good bye.
leticia starkey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sometimes-87/
