Figurative Death
I miss him i do, because theres so very few
boys like him he was like a rare gem
I told him my life shared with him my fears
shared my happy times and drowned him with my tears
He was my confident the only one I could talk to
now that hes gone i dont know what I will do
He was my very best friend.. he promised to love me to the end
but I guess he just stopped caring, I guess thats why Im staring
looking out the window wishing he was right beside me
telling me how much he loves me, telling me that he'd always be
my best friend for eternity
But I guess that he has better things to do...thats the reason the calls became few
he told me he was ok, when in reality he was slowly dying every day
I dont know what he did and truthfully Im afraid to know
because if I found out I dont know how it would go
All I want is for him to return, because for him my heart does yearn
The pain that Iam feeling he will never know
because to him my feelings I can no longer show
Im writing this poem..maybe when he comes back he can read it
but what if he never comes back..will i be able to deal with it?
Copyright © Amber Brown | Year Posted 2008
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