NEITH'S BOOK OF POETY AND SILLY STORIES
CRY TO HEAVEN
We are the children of a world gone mad.
Life can be so cruel and so unfair.
Death takes our mother from us
In a time when we need her so much,
The flower on her grave as still vivid in our minds,
As we struggle to keep her smile from fading
On a picture frozen in time.
The funeral is over,
The house has been sold.
We move one, we must try to live again.
Our Wounds have not healed,
For they are as fresh as the day we were cut.
There were no goodbyes,
And though we are laughing,
On the inside we are weeping.
We escape through our imagination,
Finding comfort in pictures
Of people we do not know.
We have to forget the past....
We must forgive her for leaving so soon.
She is watching from the other side now.
Her spirit is in a better place,
She does not want us to cry,
But all the hurt,
And all the pain,
Will still not go away,
So we cry...
CRY TO HEAVEN.
VISIT MY HOME PAGE AT~~HOME~~
A href="blackcat.html">MY BLACK CAT
BLOOD AND TEARS
ODE TO MR. BOBBIT
A VAMPYRES CONFESSOIN
CRY TO HEAVEN
A CHRISTMAS WITHOUT MAMA
CUDDLES THE BUNNY WABBIT
IF I COULD GIVE THE WORLD A GIFT
ELVIS LIVES IN TOOELE
EVIL DEMONIC VAMPIRE MICE FROM HELL WHO TRY TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD
THE HANGED MAN
HAMMY THE HAMSTER
ITSY BITSY SPIDER
JULIET IS BLEEDING
ODE TO JUSTIN
THERE IS LIGHT AMOUNG THE SHADOWS
PRINCES OF THE RAINBOW
TIMMY THE COMPLETELY CONFUSED CORNEL OF POPCORN
WELCOME TO MY WORLD
WHAT IF WE ARE ALREADY DEAD
ALL RIGHS RESERVED COPYRIGHT NEITH DEVI ANGELEE 2010