CrazyBruts
2010-02-28 21:08:51
I remember and love all the memories of you.
From the screams like a girl to all the times you said "Ew"
The Italian shirts that you wore with such pride
Will forever be stamped inside my mind
Smoking was bad, but you didn't stop
Malboro was the way, at 7 dollars a pop
You loved your Pepsi, so tasty and sweet
The sauce and pasta you so enjoyed to eat.
Sugar in your coffee a quarter inch thick
You'd suck that thing down, way too quick.
With all these bad things, you could never part
I expected them to halt your life and your heart.
But that's not what happened, well it did, sort-a
It wasn't your tender heart but a bad Aorta
You left us anyway, unexpected, but quiet
With silly worded memories, of "Yup, Fish, and Kiet!!"
The stories we'll tell, will be never ending
About you, my brother, while my heart is mending
Your gorgeous green eyes so piercing and bright
Will forever be burned in my mind day and night
I will miss you SO much, and all that I see
Is a brother I had that really loved me.
No worries on the girls that treated you bad
They're luck ran out when they lost what they had.
True to Boston Bruins and all the games that had been,
To the Buddha you'd bow in hopes for a win.
Half Life-The game you played round the clock
Warfare Arena, Frank's Hangout & Skull Shock
Learning the tricks, stunts, and jumps so silly
In hopes of attacking and killing Poor Billy.
Another of you there could never ever be
The simple and basic you that the world did see
Now is my time to say goodbye
As I struggle with the reasons you had to die
I hope and pray I will somehow get through
With this heartache I have from losing you.
We will meet again, Mike, and to you I'll find my way
But for now I will love and miss you........and pretend to be OK.
RIP Mike
Your sister Rosa (Franculli) Layes
From the screams like a girl to all the times you said "Ew"
The Italian shirts that you wore with such pride
Will forever be stamped inside my mind
Smoking was bad, but you didn't stop
Malboro was the way, at 7 dollars a pop
You loved your Pepsi, so tasty and sweet
The sauce and pasta you so enjoyed to eat.
Sugar in your coffee a quarter inch thick
You'd suck that thing down, way too quick.
With all these bad things, you could never part
I expected them to halt your life and your heart.
But that's not what happened, well it did, sort-a
It wasn't your tender heart but a bad Aorta
You left us anyway, unexpected, but quiet
With silly worded memories, of "Yup, Fish, and Kiet!!"
The stories we'll tell, will be never ending
About you, my brother, while my heart is mending
Your gorgeous green eyes so piercing and bright
Will forever be burned in my mind day and night
I will miss you SO much, and all that I see
Is a brother I had that really loved me.
No worries on the girls that treated you bad
They're luck ran out when they lost what they had.
True to Boston Bruins and all the games that had been,
To the Buddha you'd bow in hopes for a win.
Half Life-The game you played round the clock
Warfare Arena, Frank's Hangout & Skull Shock
Learning the tricks, stunts, and jumps so silly
In hopes of attacking and killing Poor Billy.
Another of you there could never ever be
The simple and basic you that the world did see
Now is my time to say goodbye
As I struggle with the reasons you had to die
I hope and pray I will somehow get through
With this heartache I have from losing you.
We will meet again, Mike, and to you I'll find my way
But for now I will love and miss you........and pretend to be OK.
RIP Mike
Your sister Rosa (Franculli) Layes