Scoldless

A Poem by Brandon

Short poem for Kurt Cobain

A song to sing, to sing along,Son of a gun is forever unsung now that you have gone. I hoped one day id hear you sing it again,but from your head you released your friends. Peace, Love , empathy, with so much anger expected you got no sympathy. I wish you never left us for good, God knows I wish I could, Tell you you were always right, weather really does changes moods.