Poems Of Wisdom, Wanderlust, & Love...

The Friend I Loved But Lost...

I dreamt,

I dreamt of death,

it happened on a regular night,

like any other,

except,

I dreamt of death,

this death was important,

because it was about a certain person,

a person I cared about,

I'd even go so far,

as to say,

that I loved him,

to bad,

he's gone now,

because,

that dream,

was no dream,

it was the future...