SWEET MICHAEL

I been writing for a long time I love writing i still do but at a point in your life u start to lose faith about what u doing. u see I lost faith because people didn't read my stories like they use too. i feel like i was not good enough to write stories anymore. But then i thought back i kept on thinking and zei to myself i could make stories that are so great people recoginze. I truley am a writer but don't u hate when your mom of dad read your story and u will have a curse in there and
she/he will be like don't put cussing in ur story. And your like but mom/dad its only a story and the character zei it not me but your the creator of the story. Your the one who made its like u saying the curse word because u are the auteur of your story.well im finish here writing this artikel . I think im get alot of commentaren on this artikel surprise me.

I hear his name and a smile comes to my face
Then I hear that he's dead and tears come to my eyes
I sit and listen to his music
"The King of Pop"
To me he's so much more
He's the man in my dreams
The one that understands me
The one that would love me no matter what
He's the senestive soul that I want to find
The beautiful face I want to touch
The smile that would brighten the darkest room
The eyes that see into my soul and know my every want and need
But now he's gone
I will see him no more
The world has lost him
Heaven has him now
He can now watch over everyone
Our angel from heaven
Taken back to soon
I can only dream now
Maby he'll drop in to say hi
It's all I can do
Not to consently cry

I love u Michael
u may be the king, but to me u are my prince charming
I will miss your smile
Your beautiful eyes
I will love u forever
My angel that has gone to soon

Dedacated to Michael Joseph Jackson
1958-2009

door M.Miller