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Never to Late

The breaking of your soul
So shocking to most
Not expected, except to me

I saw what you where hiding
Pain, sorrow, grief
I desperately tried to reach you
But I was to late
You’d already reached the end
So ready for it all to be over

Standing here now trying to talk
You out of this choice
You have so much to live for
“What about your friends?”
You reply with:
‘They’re not real friends.”

Knowing there’s only one
Question left to ask
Looking deep into your eyes
I ask the last
“What about me?”
Then with relief I see all the
Anger and fear fade

And we are left standing there
Crying, tears of joy
Glad of the other presence




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HaleyDRog. said...
Apr. 23, 2011 at 5:46 pm:
This was amazing! I wish I had a friend like that. I think you are amazing for writing this for your friend! Very nice!
 
Carlos-Concussion replied...
Apr. 24, 2011 at 6:49 pm :
Yeah it's been awhile since I've talked to him. We had a fallling out.
 
HaleyDRog. replied...
Apr. 24, 2011 at 7:01 pm :
That sucks. I'm sorry. You did a really great job with this poem though!
 
Carlos-Concussion replied...
Apr. 24, 2011 at 7:08 pm :
Thanks alot for all the positive comments. :)
 
HaleyDRog. replied...
Apr. 24, 2011 at 7:26 pm :
Your welcome. I couldn't help it, all of your stuff was just so amazing! It kind of feels like we think exactly the same. A lot of your poems meant a lot to me. You're great!
 
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