Dear Tony,
Current Mood: Crushed
Catagory: Lost Boy...
When I come to the end of my journey and I travel my last weary mile, Just forget if you can, that I ever frowned. And only remember the smile. Forget unkind words I have spoken; Remember some good I have done. Forget that I ever had heartache And remember I’ve had loads of fun. Forget that I’ve stumbled and blundered. And sometimes fell by the way. Remember I have fought some hard battles. And won, ere the close of the day. Then forget to grieve for my going, I would not have you sad for a day, But in summer just gather some flowers. And remember the place where I lay, And come in the shade of evening, When the sun paints the sky in the west. Stand for a few moments beside me And remember only my best.
I wonder why it's all coming out now. I don't know whether I'm talking to myself, God, or you. Maybe all three. I know in some ways we didn't know each other quite well, but we knew each other well enough to miss you. We've had some pretty fun moments, one from the top of my head, was at Wintler. It was such a beautiful day and we had skipped school to go to the river..We always had better things to do then go to math class. Like always you seemed so content, thoughtful, but threw rocks at me to be a jerk.I remember "our" good times. Times that seemed harmless, to us. The point that I'm getting at is that i wish you were here. I wish you were here so i can tell you about him. Tell you that he loves you. And that i love you. I hear stories about you going down the wrong path. Same time i was. The only difference i was able to change some of my wrongs in my life. I seem to be scrambling on my words. I just shudder to think of the life you may be living right now. Hardly a life. death. I hate this part right here, where i have to sit and wonder whether god took you to a better place. It kills me. I guess all i can do is pray, stay positive and have faith.
Forgeting all the hurt inside you've learned to hide so well...pretending someone else can come and save me from myself...i cant be who you are..
Catagory: Lost Boy...
When I come to the end of my journey and I travel my last weary mile, Just forget if you can, that I ever frowned. And only remember the smile. Forget unkind words I have spoken; Remember some good I have done. Forget that I ever had heartache And remember I’ve had loads of fun. Forget that I’ve stumbled and blundered. And sometimes fell by the way. Remember I have fought some hard battles. And won, ere the close of the day. Then forget to grieve for my going, I would not have you sad for a day, But in summer just gather some flowers. And remember the place where I lay, And come in the shade of evening, When the sun paints the sky in the west. Stand for a few moments beside me And remember only my best.
I wonder why it's all coming out now. I don't know whether I'm talking to myself, God, or you. Maybe all three. I know in some ways we didn't know each other quite well, but we knew each other well enough to miss you. We've had some pretty fun moments, one from the top of my head, was at Wintler. It was such a beautiful day and we had skipped school to go to the river..We always had better things to do then go to math class. Like always you seemed so content, thoughtful, but threw rocks at me to be a jerk.I remember "our" good times. Times that seemed harmless, to us. The point that I'm getting at is that i wish you were here. I wish you were here so i can tell you about him. Tell you that he loves you. And that i love you. I hear stories about you going down the wrong path. Same time i was. The only difference i was able to change some of my wrongs in my life. I seem to be scrambling on my words. I just shudder to think of the life you may be living right now. Hardly a life. death. I hate this part right here, where i have to sit and wonder whether god took you to a better place. It kills me. I guess all i can do is pray, stay positive and have faith.
Forgeting all the hurt inside you've learned to hide so well...pretending someone else can come and save me from myself...i cant be who you are..
Labels: dear tony, diary, i love you tony
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