She asked me why I love writing sad poems
Aren't you suppose to forget about sad things?
I write sad poems to remember the feeling so I will never want to feel the heartache again
I write so another can connect with my words
I write for the future
She asked me why I love writing poems about love
I told her that love is nothing but a lipstick gone wrong
It's all good until it's all used up or until you've lost it
I write love poems because love doesn't exist in this world
I like to make up my own kind of love
The one where everyone is happy and no one gets hurt
She asked me why I write about God
I told her that I would like to try and spread the good news
I write to let others know that someone cares
I like to let them know that he will never stop loving them even if they don't believe
I want them to look forward to something after death
I want to give them a sense of direction and purpose
That little girl died of cancer
She had a journal dated that exact day
I won't ever forget her
I read her journal everyday like its the news
She wrote in thought of me
One day she was just gone and long dead
Like a puff of smoke on a cigarette
She told me that she wrote sad poems for me
She told me that love does exist
Wasn't what I had with her love?
She told me that God is definitely real
She's in Heaven now.