I had gotten a watch for Christmas this year;
And I couldn't stop thinking about the one you gave me years ago.
You see, I always told people how I broke that watch;
Never why I always had it.
You taught me to fight using all my resources;
Guns were reliable, sure, but they only lasted for two bullets.
But fists, well, those last a lifetime;
So you gave me that watch as a gift and a way to defend myself.
At 15, some bastard tried to take it from me;
So I broke it on his jaw.
In the moment it broke;
I lost all of you that I had left.
I'm sorry can't fix the watch,
And it can't bring you back.
But I'm sorry, friend.
I let you down.
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Undead Poetry.
PoesíaLate night poems written by an insomniac, and published here. This'll be my poem collection, and will stay exclusively on Wattpad. I hope you enjoy these poems as much as I enjoy writing them.
