I've lost someone that I love deeply. As life goes on and I deal with the small, bitchy people that constantly confront me, it seems I never make enough time for those that really count. Stop today and embrace someone that you care about. Tell them how you feel. Say the words. A piece of my heart is forever gone, ripped out and the wound will never heal. Years ago, promised God that I'd live life as a white hat. Only asked that I not die afraid. When death shows up again I will still be pissed. Why do good people die? Life is not a fair square deal. Death is an even bigger sonuvabitch...
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