My Friend

December 14, 2008
Your eyes, like chocolate drops
Your voice, triumphant over others
Your friendship, which means the world to me
Shall never be

I'll never know what its like
To walk into a room, or down the corridors
By your side
Being your trophy

Then again, I was shunned
For a crime that was not my doing
And left isolated from what I liked the most
Left for dead, my blood on your hands

I'll never regreat the first time we talked
But I will say this,

Instead of others we crave, I wish
To always and forever be yours

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