My friends died today
Every last one, as far as I know
They had lives
And they had stories
My friends burned today
Every last page, as far as I know
They lived on bookshelves
And they lived stories
My friends were ripped to shreds today
Every last paragraph, as far as I know
They spoke sentences
And they spoke words
My friends bled today
Every last ink drop, as far as I know
I can still see the pictures they drew
And I can still see the words they wrote
My friends drowned today
Every last drop, as far as I know
I can remember the smell of kerosene
And I can remember the smell of their crisp pages
My friends flew away today
Every last pigeon, as far as I know
I can still hear them singing of tomorrow
And tomorrow never came
Now their homes collect dust
My fingerprints streaking the wood
I drew my friends today
Next to a cobweb without its spider
A part of me died with my friends today
Every last drop of blood, as far as I know
A part of me cried for my friends today
Every last tear, as far as I know
I stand in what's left of my friends today
What once were lively are now ashes
They made me smile and they made me laugh
They made me cry and they made me sob
Sometimes I forget that they're gone today
And I walk across my library to them
Only to find that my friends are dead and gone
And their bookshelves are now empty
On behalf of World Poetry Day and my feelings, this is a special update :)
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Evergreen Summertime
PoesiaMy hopeless love for him is evergreen. It grows even more in the summertime. Poems and short stories. So just stick around for a while, you may find a place here too.
