Patrick Heeks

I miss you,
For wrong and right,
I hear you,
Creap past at night.

I'm sorry,
That's now you've died,
I'm sorry,
Barely anyone cried.

It was a mistake,
Not suicide,
A simple mistake,
Now you're sky high.

This is a Lucie poem,
You know how you said,
I know you must be the feeling,
Of someone on my bed.

A text,
A call,
Something to know,
You're okay,
Safe,
For now,
For today.

by xUnTouchedxSoulx
posted on 07/04/2008