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"Untitled"
One can say a heart is nimble,
but how does this do for a friend?
Even though miles upon miles apart,
caring deeply in respect to another.
My head is cold now,
your no longer there I know.
Your memories are with me,
I remember when we met,
when you had to tell me about you.
Even when the doctors gave you so little time,
I knew you would live longer.
You were never down,
always a smile on your face.
You cheered me on,
never knowing how much you helped me.
Eager, bright, looking ahead,
fighting disease as they tested you.
You have been through so much,
now your no longer in pain.
You dont know how bad I want to see,
hear your ok.
But I cant wake into that dream,
having to say in this reality.
This time you didnt go out as a doctor said,
you fell, one final time.
Now my tears fall,
wishing you would tell me not to.
I want this to be a dream,
just one more time,
let my head be warm by you.
Why must a brilant young king fall,
when its not his time to go?
© SaraWhiteWolf, dedicated to Simon ((rest well my dear friend, I will miss you always <3 ))
Simon (si-si) was a dear friend of mine, sad he pasted away so soon. I will miss him and the song/poem above is for him. He had HIV before it became AIDS. On top of all of that, he also had Lucymia, a cancer. But neiter of these did he die from, it was an accident that shouldnt have taken his life. But thats for his brother and siblings to tell. Not me.
 SaraWhiteWolf · Fri Dec 08, 2006 @ 04:38am · 0 Comments |
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