I went to your funeral,
And at your service I wept.
Wept silently.
Wept for someone I'll never see again.
Your casket open,
You looked so peaceful.
All dressed up,
I went through with the day entirely serene.
My face in my hands,
Your memory in my heart,
I thought of all the good times we had:
Going to your house,
Playing with toys;
Holidays-
Never more to spend together.
This is the end of a generation.
I went to your funeral,
And at your service I wept.
Wept silently.
Wept for someone I'll never see again.
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Written May 15th, 2005
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Thanks, Corey. I ever tell ya I love ya (as a bro)?
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Great feeling, but shakey structure... keep up the good work!
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...there are tears on my keyboard, and i'm a
wow. This poem was like...kick ass. Seriously though, i really loved the way you put all of your pain into the poem. Great stuff. It's a really sad poem, but only because it's so true. Keep it up. -
This is really good. I know the feeling. Keep up the good work. Your an awesome writer.
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