Err... Poem. x.x;

Our story beings...in rhyme.

With someone as sweet
As mistaken death
We are all alike
Defending in defeat.

When we find an end
It's something we call destiny
And destiny is how we remend
All the broken pieces to the puzzle we created ourselves.

So now I ask you this
Is it alright to cast sorrow
To ones heart that will miss
The way they felt on yesterdays tomorrow?

We all may find it hard
But I just see it as a few
Vile, disgusting, and
Very certainly true.