Shades of emotions: A Journey through poetry

My dear old friend

The sky was blue,
the sun was out.
It was a beautiful day to play outside with you.
But now that blue sky is gray,
the clouds are covering the shining sun.

Today wasn't beautiful,
you weren't here with me.
Thunder lighting, rain, no sun?
Where did you go my dear old friend?
I haven't been outside to the place we always go to have fun,
You and I like Jessie and James,
just a prefect team.

My dear old friend,
I find it kind of funny and I find it kind of sad,
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had.
I find it hard to tell you,
I find it hard to take when people run in circles it's a very mad world.

My dear old friend,
if love alone could have saved you,
you wouldn't be dead,
but not even the strongest force could have brought you back.
If you could of ignore those hateful word like people ignore me today,
You could still be here, and I would have a REAL friend to talk to.

My dear old friend,
I hope you can remember those good times of you and I,
when you use to call me raised and I called you June-bug.
I feel it was my fault you left,
I should have tried better to be a friend to you,
but I didn't and now you're gone.
Maybe I should have taken the bullet and you still are here.
I would not be here,
but that doesn't bother me I don't have anything anyway.

My dear old friend,
I can't change the past if only doctor who was real,
but he isn't because he could change the past.
This is the real world,
and everyone dies for a reason or nothing at all.

My dear old friend,
you were there when I was beaten up,
you were when I needed a friend.
You protected me like a brother.
You were there when I cried cause of the bullies.
You were also there when I couldn't take it anymore;
I wanted to end my life completely.
You said,
"My rose don't do this you are worth living,
stop crying and be the brave girl I know.
You are my rose and I need my rose to live."

My dear old friend,
I have these dreams where it's dark ,
I hear your voice calling from far,
but I don't wear it.
"My rose! My rose! Where's my rose!"
You call, but it gets quieter and quieter,
then there's nothing some nights I am back in your room where
everything went south, you took it with a smile.

My dear old friend,
you were the brave one and I was the weak one,
but with you and I was strong as a stone wall.
Now you're gone, I would take it back for just a minute.
Another chance with you,
I would give everything up just to make it alright,
but it's too late. Too late to go back.

Now you're gone and I must be dying,
but very slowly just inside my pathetic little body.
I miss you, I cried for you,
but that doesn't matter because you're gone and now,
I'll see you again!
"Who will pick a rose out of a daisy garden?"
I said, but you were never there to answer.

My dear old friend,
your beautiful rose is wilting and has scars on her arms.
Who will save your rose, who will save me from her past?

My dear old friend,
now I want to end it all again...