ShivaTheSarcastic

Driving in snow, on my way home. I turn on the radio and all I get is noise. Just noise. I see the snowflakes falling, and somehow, I hear your voice. The snowflakes are falling, Falling in a pattern most bizarre, Much like you. I can see your face, as the tiny frozen flakes Take shape. I see your mouth form those words, That I've heard so many times, And stopped so often to wonder, to ponder, "Enjoy every sandwich." You said "keep me in your heart," Told me to never loose the flame Of the live that I live. You said that you were "tied to me." Hell, you never lied to me, When you showed me the ugly sort of life. Life the