Marcquiese Burrell

(2/21/1987 / Baltimore, MD)

R.I.P


I frozed in shock at the news i'd receieve
It was still so very hard to even believe
I'd talk with you from time to time
Life before seemed so unkind
can't seem to remember, when I heard you last
Gone with the wind, surely, your soul has past
I may not know what was the reason
I've never gotten a chance to say my goodbyes
and I can't yet bring myself to cry
I am scared, scared of trully letting go
Things have been so hard
But not once have i let down my guard
I miss you, and who I knew you to be before
your final days
I miss you, and apart of me wished things
hadn't been this way
but yet, they are... and now you're free,
free from the madness of the world
as your body lays in the ground
and your spirit now rests in peace

Submitted: Sunday, October 28, 2012
Edited: Monday, October 29, 2012

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