Dear freind

Dear Friend don't forget me is what she said
as she lay on her death bed
you can't leave is what i cried
and then she died

she said no good by
left such a broken tie
her poetic word of the world were just a pretty lie
thats when i truly died

i was young this shattered my world
i was abandoned throw into a unknown place
i never let a nother tear fall down this once inesant face

i grew into a figure in the back ground
on which every one frowned
lost in that world that was lost such a long time ago
but know one was to know