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Post by Takkiko on Feb 7, 2010 9:18:58 GMT -5
The story behind it is, I had dedicated this poem to -Wolf-. I basically wrote it, during a time, I thought he was dead. Now, it's just sort of a memory poem for us. Though it was kinda sad, but neat, and might help you understand it better. This poem has no title. Wolf is one of my best friends. ----------------------------------------------
I miss our talks, the way things made sense I miss your songs, that ones that made me cry I miss your words, so full of anger and dreams I miss the way you used to joke, and call me I miss the way you would hug me When you knew I wasn't okay I miss how we used to talk about death How it wasn't for us, how we needed to press on You are my friend, my confidante. To close my eyes and know your not here I am broken, and tired, dreaming of the past I will open them, and press on I will stay alive for you, because I remember Death will release this pain, But only life, living gives us hope. You gave me hope, despite your bleeding I pray you can forgive me someday I wanted to save you, but I was not the one. You needed what I didn't have, couldn't give. And now your gone, and salty tears I cry. In your memory I will remember how you lived. And maybe someday, we'll meet again.
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