Death of a Friend

June 28, 2011
By BamaBelle17 GOLD, Tucson, Arizona
BamaBelle17 GOLD, Tucson, Arizona
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Favorite Quote:
Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you’re really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners o the back. I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I’ve got a few missing. It’s okay though, because I’ve got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem though in that I can only meet 8-color boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation so when I meet some one who’s an 8-color type… I’m like “hey girl, magenta!” and she’s like “Oh you mean purple!” and she goes off on her purple thing, and I’m like, “No, I want magenta!” –John Mayer

Death comes to us in time
And to most that is fine
But when it comes to one so young
And their heart’s song is not sung
It leaves their friends
Who wee there until the end
Wondering why God why
And then they start to cry
The friends all care
And it wasn’t fair
Maybe it was there time
That doesn’t make their death fine
The death of a friend hurts
And the tears don’t ever work
Next comes the unbearable pain
And the sense of more loss then gain
That until your end
With the death of a friend

The author's comments:
This came about we I was talking to several of my friends and they were telling about several people they were close to committed suicide and I decided to right a poem on it.

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