You should be getting ready.
You should be having fun.
You should be dressing silly.
You should be with your friends.
You're supposed to have a dress.
You're supposed to have a date,
You're supposed to be young,
and you're supposed to be here.
I look up in the sky,
And everyone's looking for you.
The sun rolls down,
and everything's pink.
Everybody knows you're up there.
Looking down on those you'll always care about;
Those that miss you too.
They'll always think of you.
You're supposed to be young,
You should be having fun,
Instead we look up at the sky,
and you're looking down from heaven.
Forever in our hearts.
RIP Valerie.
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Seashell in The Sand
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry about my life. The things I go through and the things I witness. Some are happy, some are sad, and some won't make any sense. Sometimes life doesn't either.
