CHAUNCEY
When I think of a good
person, I think of you.
You've taught me so
much, had my soul
Cleansed anew.
You are the beat to my
heart, the airway
To my lungs, you are a
physical form of my soul, as
pure as they come. We take care
of one another. Our shared fear
was being turned Asunder. I
longed for someone's Embrace,
Chauncey, you are my
Dearest friend, somebody I can't
Replace.
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False Hopes & Dreams
PoésiePoems all written by yours truly. ; some poems are inspired by rappers or poets
