THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.
All the important memories are the ones that tend to slip away.
I hate when everything goes wrong.
For my dear friend Sydney, who died when she was only eight years old in a car crash caused by a drunk driver. They said she never felt a thing..... But I did. May she rest in peace.
Hidden meanings.
Hmmm..... Not sure about this one.
I hope everyone enjoys this. Comments appreciated, please and thanks :)
