Another day, passing me by .
& I say a prayer every night hoping you won't...
You told me we were going to be best friends.
right when we graduate and be there to the end...
You can no longer be my friend
I thought this would take longer to end...
It was to short
i miss you more then ever...
I trusted you and ignored.
All accusations of your treason...
I want to say Im your friend
But its time to end this lie...
A memory of soul,
forms freshly in my mind...
Fulfilment
Of my dreams would please...
This poem explains how I'm feeling about finishing...
Twenty-one balloons; blew with the breeze
begging for freedom to put them at ease...
What happened to the poets
Are they off drinking again...
How precious it must be to live,
In the presence of all that is you...