Sometimes I sit in my room in cry <br />over the friend that had to die <br />I look to god and cry out why <br />why did my friend have to die. <br /> <br />My friend was cool she always incouraged me to do <br />good thing in school <br />to be kind to every living creature <br />that walked the earth. <br /> <br />My friend showed me love <br />it was like god sent my friend from above <br />she was pretty it reminded me of <br />the white dove sworing threw the sky <br />then i look to the sky <br />and cry out why. <br /> <br />My friend made me feel so good <br />it was like what a best friend should <br />my friend made me feel so high <br />I wish I would never had to tell her good bye.<br /><br />leticia starkey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sometimes-87/
