Too Late
'He was a good kid',my friend said
full of strength and passion
he always lay my bed
anytime he came to my mansion
he has a good sense of humor
was another friend's comment
he never believes any rumor
his time is always well spent
with him u can never be bored
another yet speakin about me
go to him and depression would be cured
he's the coolest guy u would ever see
alas,those comments wia too late
for i never heard them when i was alive
they've treated me with choking hate
that made me commit suicide
as i hear those words in my grave
i choked and boiled with hate
i would've still been living,save
that the praises wia not too late
Copyright © David Teminijesu | Year Posted 2014
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