(poems go here) If you’ve ever felt the world begin to crumble at your feet,
You’ll recognize that feeling of being incomplete.
And so the story goes.
Those memories of laughter and lazy Sundays spent outside,
Have now become a heartache that makes me want to hide.
And so the story goes.
I feel like life is over but I am forced to carry on.
The family I held so close is now forever gone.
And so the story goes.