The Friend that Lost his Way
Contributed by
clovermama25
on
Tuesday, 9th February 2010 @ 09:04:40 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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I should have been there,
I know that now,
Too late to wonder things of sorrow,
No whys, no cries no how.
Meaning didn't come from it,
Hate has become too old,
To know you were in that casket,
Left my heart so cold.
I remember the night you left us,
Almost every single day,
Why did you have you drink?
And die in such a way?
20 is not a number,
Its now the age i lost a friend,
I relive the pain of your death,
Over and over, again and again.
There's times I want to think,
Times I wish to cry,
I hate that you were so stupid,
I'm not even going to lie.
I should have called you back,
I should have came to drive,
But I think the what ifs,
And wonder if I would be alive?
Michael, you were so wonderful,
Its hard to let you go,
But by everything that happened,
It's helped me learn and grow.
Now I visit your grave,
And wonder where you'd be?
What if you hadn't been drinking?
But now i know your free.
All the gifts I leave by your marker,
Are a token for you my friend,
I love you forever and always,
One day I will see you again.
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