My fourteen year old self,
Sitting on a bench,
Like there is nothing else,
And she came along ,
The angel that changed my world,
So beautiful and strong,
I know I'll never be that girl,
She stayed there with me when she didn't have to,
She told me that It'll be okay even when I didn't believe it.
And no, she wasn't from a family that was good,
Just a good girl raised In the hood.
She was unlike anyone I've ever met,
The best and most smart yet,
Dark skin,
Short black hair,
Skinny as a bone,
Tattoos everywhere.
The last time I saw you ,
You seemed so lively,
But it seems like I should be the one dead,
Since I live more hazardously,
It was June 28th, 2015,
When her old apartment,
Turned Into a crime scene.
When I first heard the news,
I was too shocked to cry,
But after reality set In,
I just didn't want to say goodbye,
So much trouble realizing she was gone,
Shaking,
Emotions breaking,
Too hard to move on.
Just wish I could've called her one last time,
Wish I could've been able to see her wedding day,
Wish I could've repaid her for everything,
But now there's nothing left to say,
Why'd You have to let the best one go?
Why'd she have to die in a horrible way?
Why'd couldn't I have seen her once more?
Why couldn't I hear her say "its okay."?
I pray she rests in peace,
And I'll never forget her,
Never will be another one like her,
I hope she's happy now,
And maybe she'll see me,
Maybe when I die,
I'll see her again,
She was so hard to get over,
Her memories will stay with me forever,
But I have to go on with life so,
I'm just gonna have to let her go...
- Author: F. (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 4th, 2016 21:42
- Comment from author about the poem: Its been a year since my friend died. Just wish she didn't have to go. R.I.P. Keira Johnson
- Category: Sad
- Views: 60
Comments1
Wow deep ... speechless
Thank you
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