I still find it funny that a dead drug addict is someone I would call a "friend". I take pity in the fact I hadn't heard of or from you since you met your untimely end. Your works of art have given me reason to write rhymes so it's to you that I wish this to be sent. Why I'm talking to a dead man I don't know but your worth as a person to me, is something you'll never get the chance to know. Because of this I'm trying to make sure this poem doesn't blow. Listening to the music your wrote let's me know I'm not alone. All of your lyrics just send me on a writing streak and it feels like I'm on fire. Looking down from the rooftops thinking I still need to get higher because all I ever wanted to do is meet you. I can't pretend that I've ever really known you. Nor can I hope to extend any person gratitude towards you. All I ever wanted to do is simply say.... thank you.
