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[aid] => mick
[title] => Haley Marie
[time] => 2004-05-26 06:30:00
[hometext] => ~an ode to a dear old soul~
[bodytext] => R.I.P. Haley Marie our youthful lives seem to drift away just two kids riding their bikes in the rain staying up all night just to see the sun rise holding hands never wanting to say goodbye oh how i remember the way you used to laugh and the way you hugged me when you sat in my lap but as time passes we begin to change somehow things will never be the same you went to partys and i just sat at home sitting here im all alone remembering memories of your hugs now you made friends with your drugs i didnt wanna see you turn out like this cant you see that its you i miss seeing you there in a daze our teenage lives seem to drift away then that one night i remember so well seeing you there,it was worth than hell you had taken too much more than you can handle seeing your face from the light of the candle holding your quivering body i start to cry repeating to myself 'please god oh please god dont die' seeing you there growing whiter and whiter the feel of your skin burning up like fire you look up at me and whisper 'Billy...please dont go' there was two now im all alone i kiss you on the head and say good night i blow out the candle to turn off the light Haley your soul seems to drift away but wait...were still just kids riding our bikes in the rain good night, sleep tight, snow white. [comments] => 6 [counter] => 166 [topic] => 48 [informant] => Vermillion [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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