I want to write a poem for the boy who ran away.
I want to write a poem but I don’t know what to say.
I want to write these feelings but all I can think of is your name
And writing through these tears is like writing in the rain;
But the only way to explain how it feels to me
Is to just breakdown and let the whole world see
What they did to me when they killed my best friend.
He came to me an angel and left a godsend.
He was never truly meant to stay down here.
He fitted into people’s lives for a month or a year.
He always said he was nothing solid to anyone,
But then I tied him down and wouldn’t let him run.
He became my rock in such a short while,
The only person who could get me to smile.
I wish I could have done the same but I did my best.
One day, but not today, I will join you at rest.
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PoesíaThis is a poem about the words right here in this book. Watch me laugh and smile then take a look Into the deepest corners of my mind. Please don't fear for what you might find. Don't cower from the truth. This is my revolution. I refuse to be silen...
