She passed one Sunday in March at age 13
I changed the title of this poem to better grasp thr poems meaning...This poem I wrote for a close friend of mine who died in 8 grade in an accident .. I wrote probably a year or so after ... She was lovely and since then I feel completely healed from the situation but this poem remains sad because loosing a friend that young can be scary and to real for them that young it was for me and everyone who knew her ... I was far from the most effected .. But our group of friends pulled thru together ... Anyways I do not put the sentence I wrote on purpose ..symbolic of what is left unsaid after the death of a friend of relative... This is pretty much a true story I would sit at her grave often not knowing why ..
Note ** all my poems are copyrighted and have codes to prove ownership ... While I doubt anyone here does this ..still have to say Don't steal other people's work wether a poem is good enough or not .... It's personal and directly speaks from the soul of the writer and to take their work and say it's yours ..it's wrong and unnatural ..your stealing a peice of them ...it's nothing to do with money or rights...it's so much more than that...its happened to me .. It can happen to anyone .. It hurts and I always speak out against it even if to most it seems pretentious...