Death At Prom Poem by Brooke Audino

Deafining is the word i`d use,
when I heard that bomb.
If only I had seen the fuse,
before it blew up prom.

I saw your bloody face,
drained of life.
And it was a race,
to save your life.

But we were to late,
now your dead.
That was your fate
because of someones hate.
Now I go to church and pray for thee.
For the love of my life has left me.

You had my heart and soul
and now I pay the toll.

For loosing you,
and i am missing everything we used to do.
So here is my goodbye,
now wishing I could die.

Missing you... Jordan