Sorrow

Here it Is, the life that I've been wanting for years, My days in the street as boy middle age:15, look at you and look at me, what do you see?
It began September 14 that grave of my resting place begun, but unfortunately, it wasn't me that was resting, someone rested in peace,
but for me I had swore revenge, and revenge I shall have once I have his ass begging for mercy, and I won't show no mercy.
After that tragic day I needed someone to talk to, she was there when I needed her the most. But why is it that when life turns you to shreds you just walk away from your friend? Friends are suppose to support you for when you need it the most , but for the most part, I think my part as been shattered.
That day, that tragic day made me see something about the young intelligence of this woman,
but I'm afraid that we weren't close
enough to be together so I had to get there.
I made the foolish mistake. It was too early to start asking but I did it. I just wish we can last as more than that