that's the thing, i guess, i've always loved him.
when we were kids he was always there.
where ever one was the other was trailing a couple steps behind.
when one got into trouble the other did too, if they weren't already caught together.
every one of my dimpled smile, tearful laugh, sad cry, are memories from my childhood that began with him.
i keep those the closest to my heart.
i keep him close to my heart.
he makes me feel the way i play my guitar.
he can calm me in my time of need, but he can always hype me up & get me smiling & laughing.
i don't think i'll ever be able to get him out of my mind, but i don't know what hurts worse.
that he's already forgotten about me or i know i'll never forget about him.
YOU ARE READING
to the sad ones
Poesíatake me away to the depths of my heart. where my tears are pools of ice, and my cries are songs of stone. my thoughts put into a book my heartaches put into poems to any sadkid out there this book might be for you. or not. all my poems belong to me...
