His friendship,
Is what I miss most...
As i sit in this room
reminiscing about the past...
My eyes burn and the pressure builds
I hold the tears in so no one sees...
This poem explains how I'm feeling about finishing...
My best friend, it's been many years
Since you've been gone, yet still you're near...
Love ain’t what it used to be,
and the air is thicker...
fifth on my list
the look in your eyes begged for help...
Memory, you ever-now
floating in the space of nostalgia...
Walking in the mortal plain, something akin to a...
Smelling the fresh flowers, watching the fish jump...
While we're miles closer to be positive,
What about the miles that separate us...
You were a great man
You were many things...
Whisper of silent scar
With wind around so far...