Wednesday, December 01, 2004

Reading some stuff about Sid Vicious, I came across a poem he wrote for Nancy. It's so pathetic and honest it's making me cry.

"You were my little baby girl,
I knew all your fears.
Such joy to hold you in my arms
and kiss away your tears.
But now you're gone, there's only pain
and nothing I can do.
And I don't want to live this life,
If I can't live for you."

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