Six Months
Almost six months into my death
I remembered why I had died.
And the way I ended up
Was tantamount to suicide.
It was meant more as a symb'lic
Demonstration of my worth
Because a friend who does forget things
Is deservéd not of mirth.
My brain creates another you
In every girl I see.
You're every girl he's walking with
And every guy is me.
Believe me when I say
That I am not that type of man.
It scares me to believe I'd e'er
Replace you with new friends.
Copyright © Jonathan White | Year Posted 2009
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