This is to my dearest of friends.
My heart goes to you from now to the end.
I'll always remember waking at five,
Just to talk and feel alive.
But woe is me who has no words
For a year had gone with a year of hurts.
Oh dark the sky, I write about you
No light to shine the dreary truth.
Oh how I miss you, so much it hurts.
But not right now, for this must work.
You are my friend till life I lost.
And family as always, without a cost.
Remember me please. Come to say hi.
And never will I say goodbye.
YOU ARE READING
Poetic Life
PoetryThese are the times of life, of love, and to live. Some things have never been captured; your life. But these are the words to capture life through my eyes.
