Untitled Work, for 3 deceased people Options

[Dreamers]

A train, some ice, a railroad crossing

An accident, tears, and a world left behind

Not enough days when we said farewell

I guess He needed you

Your grandpa and sister too

The flowers and black

Messengers of death

There are 3 precious people; everyone’s lives now lack

Hugging, support, a girl handing out tissues

A school full of lifeless students who want you all back

I still feel the pain

2 coffins, some flowers, and a whole lot of “I miss you” ‘s

An online homepage full of drawings and love

Blogs full of poems and RIP signs

I guess push has finally come to shove…

I think of times I spent with you, fun, tears, good and bad

Your adorable little sister, like an angel on Earth

If there are words to describe how I feel, it would be "unbearable sad"

This poem will never reach you

You'll never see my tears

Just know one thing

If I live a good life, I'll see you in heaven, in about 80 more years

I hope you fly on wings of gold

The power of love keeping you from being cold

The stars are twinkling

But you three's shine the brightest

The tears on my eyelashes, with my cheeks they are now mingling

Death is a mysterious thing, which no one understands

You, my friend, were taken away, but at least you’re now in God’s hands…


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For my friend, her sister, and granddad....They all died in a car-train accident Sunday.

This isn't as good as "Voyage to hevean" which I wrote for my Uncle's death, however, it still has my feelings. In my pont of view, that's all it needs... it's quite bland and cliched and rhymy, but it's my feelings, the events.....not meant to be something the world can look at in awe...

About the 2 coffins part...My friend and her sister are being buried together....

I'm in 6th grade. My friend was 11, her sister was 7 or 8...she was in 3rd grade

Their Grandpa was in his 50's or 60's

Give me comments with honesty, not sympathy