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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Things only i could see
[time] => 2003-03-15 11:00:00
[hometext] => I wrote this a while ago when i was still huring after my grandma died, it took 5 years for me to get over it and i am thankfull to have friends to help me get throught love ya guys! xxx ooo
[bodytext] => When i was younger,
i felt like i was alone, like there was nobody i could turn too, like i was meant not to be known. Then i found out i had a grandma, the best there could be, she was always so nice, and so close to me. She was like a best friend, the kind there could not be, and also like a sister, that only i could see. She helped me through my lonely days, she helped me through my fights, she made life sound o so easy, like the wind soaring off a kite. She couldnt stand to see sadness in my eyes and seemed to be able to read my mind, she always helped when i needed her most and never resigned from her kindness post. As i grew up, she became older too, soon she passed away, i felt my life was through. That lonliness came back again, like an empty space in my life, i soon did realize, that my knew best friend was a knife. But i moved on, and found new friends, that helped me live my life, and helped make the tradgey end. I will soon be 13, which marks 5 years since she died, everybody that asks about my past, i never tell the truth, i lie. I tell them it was awsome, i say theres nothing to say, but deep down inside my heart, i knew of one horrible day. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 152 [topic] => 21 [informant] => tautscher27 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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