What am I suppose to do,
when the friend I lost is you.

What am I suppose to say,
when you no longer grace the day.

What am I suppose to do when your killer walks the night,
for us to find his next victim in the light.

What am I suppose to do when I am afraid,
the next body they find might be mine dead and laid.

What am I suppose to do to, wish it all away,
to wake up and find you still there the very next day.

What am I suppose to do,
when I wished it wasn't you.

Please help me, what am I suppose to do?
I MISS YOU!

By Mystic-Mouse







Poetry ©1998 by "Mystic-Mouse"