This is more like a story or a tale then a poem but i hope you enjoy in and please commit about your thoughts about it thank you
My friend fell i love with a cute little girl and this girl love Emo guys who make out with each other
now i have noting against that, it is kinda hot if i am to be true to you but my friend is not Emo he is skate a dude who likes to cruse down the street in a swift manner that makes the dull guys who watch x-games wish they were him, and his cute face with freckles and red hair short in length and skinny so that his bones are the only thing witch is left underneath his skin. He has a certain personality witch is like no other example when he gets shy and blushes his cheeks grow red and he fiddles with his fingers hiding his head with his chin in his throat. This makes a person no matter the type just want to hug him and hold him tight while you yourself blush over his cuteness. But like the story started with a girl who came in to his life, and he throws away his own feelings like a old candy wrapper which once sealed a sweet that would bring toot ache, the taste was nothing more then a memory not worth remembering he forgot who he was and brought pain upon himself by being someone he was not. The first trait of fraud was the increasing makeup and his changing personality he became cold and heartless no longer the pink boy who all even boys loved but a black mind of simply hate and love, but the black mind was not something unheard of with this boy, scars and tears were something we were used to dealing with, depression was because of loneliness and the hate for his mother and life but a simple call to him and a table of jokes would always bring his tears to a stop but still it hurt us to know that the boy we would embrace anytime would rather be in the ground and become food for the worms then see the different emotions we wore everyday this became our first worry... the second trait of fraud was him taking home strangers we were used to meeting his friend now and then but these friend he had a tight bond with or at least something tyeing them together but as were climbed the endless stair to the school of brainwashing lessons we spotted a face witch did not belong here it was a young handsome boy by the age 14-15 he Had jet black hair red lips and pure white skin his eyes were hollow and lonely and the face he made as we just opened our mouths forced my to say snow white, of course this brought eyes to my lips, eyes of confusion. And the boy who was there with his head hanging on the side like a puppy who just didn't understand the world, but a sudden laughter was released but an uneasy feeling made me ask my dear friend who "snow white" was he said he didn't know and stood up and stared to walk past and wisped i found him on the street. I now knew why there was a uneasy feeling in my gut, he was changing to fast and for all the wrong reasons the third trait of fraud was the promise Now you see this boy is a shy one, kisses and hug were something to be begged for or was taken by surprise thats why when a promise was made to a strange to my eyes i found my self in a unimaginable world he Had made a promise to fool around with a boy, to kiss and hug as if the were lovebirds this thought sickened me, not because it was with a guy but because he was doing it for the sake a one girl, to harm himself for that girl ruffly his short size and lovable eye that would even make a spitting cobra think he poisoned himself with his own blinding poison. A promise i will never agree to, my hate and my tears will only continue refusing to stop blinding me for finding a cure to this thing of evil cuteness. The days pass and he continues to change for the sake of this girl, for me to step in between will only damage our already fragile relationship so i can only watch, and for me a friend who loves him too much this will bring red tears instead of my already too salty ones but as his friend i will hold him when he sees the sharp blade as his only friend, i am his friend so no matter his mistakes i will still be there in the end opening my arms to embrace his wounded heart and ill do my best to take a thread of my love and worries and sew i back together because as his friend i will never leave his side, knowing if he leaves me that i have failed ill cry when i can't see him and curse my self for letting your hand go knowing that i didn't hold them as hard as i should have, these and similar thoughts swim in my head day after day worrying about you my dearest friend it is you i cry for so please leave her forget her for she is not good for yo, but if you are to refuse then i shall wait for you to shead tears and and look away in shame even tho you know you don't have to for all is forgiven and forgotten in the Battle between love and friends and is that not the way of a real friend, it is important to have pride but what is pride Worth when your all alone?
