Adam was everyones best friend, a much loved son and dearly loved brother to Aaron, Nathan and Matthew. There was not a soul that he wasn't kind too. He gave the best advice and he always had a shoulder to cry on. Adam's girlfriend Michelle was his true love, he loved her so much and anyone that knew him would of known that. Best wishes to anyone that knew him, his family and friends and remember only the good die young. Adam was an angel, and he brought inspiration that many could never bring.

These are some poems that Adam wrote.

Forsaken

Why did this happen to us,
How could this happen to me,
It's not supposed to happen this way,
We should be running wild and free,
Instead we live in solitude,
Full of anger and hate,
Sitting in the darkness,
Waiting for our fate,
But soon the day will come,
Rising to our fear,
When we will all raise in arms,
Standing together, all right here,
All the pain and suffering,
This will be no more,
All of this will disappear,
As we're walking out the door,
So take this time and savour it,
For not much longer will this last,
For soon you will be overthrown,
Oppression is in the past.

Friends

Sometimes I wonder,
Sometimes I cry,
Sometimes life gets me down,
Sometimes I want to die,
Sometimes I expect the unexpected,
Sometimes things happen, things you couldn't think,
Sometimes these things happen,
Pushing you to the brink,
But all the way through these times,
Your friend's hearts stay with you,
Those you dearly care about,
Right there helping you through,
My heart is what I live for,
Friends down deep inside,
They all have a place in my heart,
My love for them cannot be denied,
I hope they never leave me,
Leave them, I never will,
Because even after I am gone,
Even then, I'll love them still.

Temptation

Temptation is the mother of impurity,
The low and spiteful snake,
Waiting for your moment of weakness,
In the eternal moment, your soul he'll take,
Leaving you with nothing,
Stealing away from you your soul,
Leaving you with nothing,
Except for a heart as black as coal,
Your heartbeat starts to wither away,
Your pulse comes to a halt,
Filling you with nothing but guilt,
To know it is only your fault,
Temptation has no cure,
The consequence, a broken soul,
Temptation has eaten your heart,
Leaving nothing but a hole,
Stealing away your innocence,
Leaving your soul impure,
For this disease, destroyer of things,
There shall never be a cure.

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