Appreciative
When someone calls me appreciative i appreciate it.
With a compliment i reciprocate it.
Never have i stopped to think it complicated.
This word wasn’t able to be correlated.
In my mind that is, until one day it happened.
My heart broken and it couldn’t be mended.
I lost my friend and i’ll never forget it.
Praying to God he made me observe it.
The memories flashing i could not escape it.
Seeing what i lost, i could appreciate it.
-Luis
This poem is about:
Me
Our world