Death is cold and hard.
When someone dies we all take a beating to the heart.
Even if you dont know them,
we always leave a rose with stem on their grave.
Funerals are where everyone behaves.
Not like men in caves.
but like angels from above,
because of that someone that we love.
When they leave to live in the heavens that are high,
we all know that its our turn to say goodbye.
- Title: Death poem
- Artist: BellaXionAnnabethBlack
- Description: its really sad, but i want to know what you all think of it.
- Date: 05/27/2010
- Tags: death