You cannot erase already spoken words

You may not take back what you say,

thinking before would be the only way.

A note would be so better,

writtin in pencil with an eraser,

You cannot erase your spoken words,

the letters have been spilt.

The pain i felt cannot compare,

to my agony from were u disappear,

I feel ur ghost,

fogging my ears and mind,

filling my eyes with stinging tears.

you may not take back what you said,

the words already were spread.

i remember the date of which you sighed,

you said it was your last,

you reeled me in,

got me vowing at your favor,

to make sure your life gows on,

on a piece of paper.

The poem i am writing down is for you,

the only thing you every asked me to give you,

the last thing i could,

the only thing i would,

we were not friends,

but in the end my heart will sigh,

as i remeber your past,

as i sit at the place you lie.

its still there

Tho u passed long ago,

your spirit lingers with me,

no one loves losing fathers,

im sure you would agree,

You lay by the lake,

were you took me as a child,

and now im taking my children here,

we dont run near your resting place,

just close enough to feel your sole,

and let it take place.

Tho your sole has gone to god,

somehow its still here,

i feel the pain of icy water,

and with that i shed a tear.

i wrote this for a girl who lost her father when she was little

oooo, beautiful. I like it. *****

thanks

pain is all you feel,

you dont believe you'll ever heal,

every lose effects you more,

a slit to the wrist is ur new trend,

and now u feel its time to end,

the bullets of red ooze from flesh,

and ur scars grow to a great length,

the pain is how you heal,

but yet its also all you feel,

i wrote this for a girl whose lost 8 ppl within 6 months

break away

touching u near and far,

unconfortable with all that u are,

dont want to regain,

any more pain,

how could a father treat u this way,

your not pretty in ur own eyes,

because of all he did,

you remeber now and the are fills with sighs,

bringing back a painful,

undelightful repressed,

scary memory,

of your past,

with the back of his hand he takes you down,

a friend is all you need now,

doesnt matter anymore,

that we all think your gorgeous,

because he left that scar.

written for my best friend juliet who was aboused by her step dad for three years. he told her she was ugly he told her he wished she would die, her real father is in iraq so her step father is all she had to live with. she died 6 weeks ago because she was in a terrible car accident.