His best friend exiles him.
Leaving him alone far away with a beach shore.
Their expressions were grim.
They believe he's ruined everything and more.
Exiled.
A boy who once smiled.
Used to run around, wild.
Alone.
That's something that was shown.
One man who visited the boy,
Only to use him as a puppet toy.
Pretending to be his friend.
Taking away, destroying his things.
Saying how well they blend.
The boy wished he had wings.
He begged to go back.
Death threatened if he did.
A smile he had is now something to lack.
He's just a kid.
The man told him he could have a party,
Excited for once again.
He waited after thirty.
The heartache he has to gain.
Perhaps they are late.
Continuing to wait.
It was past eight,
Nobody made it.
That put his mind deep into a pit.
He was manipulated,
He was hated.
He still awaited,
For the day his best friend would come to his senses.
All he was told was that his actions had consequences,
"Let me go home," he pleads.
A boy who was exiled.
Home would be all his needs.
But the chances of going home were mild.
His mind started to slope.
So he gave up hope.
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Poetry of the smp
FanfictionHistory needs to be written down somehow, history is repeating itself, dark stories, war, all of it is horrifying. What better way to write it in beautiful honey sick rhymes. All poems are mine! I'll update them randomly, I do take poem request as l...
