• Empty inside,
    sick with emotinal sorrow,
    not thinking of tomorrow,
    but of last night,
    as I was told,
    she passed on,
    last night.
    Never thought,
    she would go so soon,
    but later on,
    much,
    much later.
    My hearts crys,
    with deep pain,
    getting told,
    to think of her as she was,
    but not as she is,
    but,
    I just can't,
    forget her,
    never,
    ever.