Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Still Friends

I woke up this morning,
Looked at the sky,
Saw the sun rise,
Wanted to fly.

Fly amongst the clouds,
Fly right to your side,
But then I remembered,
And my ambitions died.

Never will we touch again,
No more will I see your eyes.
Your cute little ears will never again
Hear my desperate cries.

I'll bleed quietly,
By the scars near my hand,
And fly elsewhere,
To a different land.

Saddened this has come to pass,
Dying at its end,
Because I know you didn't mean it when
You said we'd still be friends.

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