I turn the pages, To what has been unsaid
Unwritten to my heart because it haunts my very bones
On this page is dust, For I have left the memory hidden
Never to be recalled upon until now
Here on this page it reads
I have lost my heart, my soul, and now I have lost a freind
She was the delight of my day, but I never told her how much she meant to me
I never told her because I was afraid, Afraid of fear itself
And now her hand lay upon mine, lifeless
She died November 5th, 2004
She was a senior in high school
A member of the Dragons Marching Band
A member of my freinds and my soul
Her name now leaves my fingers on to the page
Roxanne Measles, I can still recall that football game
She was on her way there, She was late
It was raining and her car ran down the edge of a cliff
Down Mountainburg Arkansas home of the Dragons
She never made it to the game
She never made it so I can say
How much she meant to me
She never made it so I could cry upon her shoulder
And below this page was a tear, a sad long lost tear of pain
Ice Cold Memory, Never did I want to be reminded of what happen
Never did I want her death to lay helpless upon my mind
So I fold up the page and stick it back behind the book
Of the memory of the dead and loved
Roxanne Measles
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