My Match,
The favorite cookie out the batch,
Never, never, never forget that day,
It was that 8th Day in May. . . .
Fun, fun, fun night,
Had to put up a fight,
So much to say,
Because of that 8th day in May. . . .
Lost all the memories I could think,
While the both of us was pouring a cold, cold, cold drink
Remembering that moment like my favorite play,
Because of that 8th Day in May. . . .
The love of my life,
And I lost him without a fight,
My heart will never be the same,
Because of that 8th day in May.
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Because of that 8th Day in May
PoetryThis is just a poem I wrote a while ago about my friend who passed away 2 years ago.I just randomly thought about it.....