my friend
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A gem called Emerald
Shines the sky
Brightly, and calls it
Her Emerald Sky
To the Earth,
Emerald crashes down
And explodes with
A shining crater to
Mark her existence
Miguel watches
From his tower
Stands before the cliff
As he and Jesus converse
No matter how much
Miguel bumps into
The enormous buildings
As he flaps his newborn wings,
One, two, three,
Four, and
Five, the fifth son
Appears to be covered in
Hives
He flies with
The bees, and
The sky, his home
They try to swat him
Like a fly
He searches the distant lands
Lives in the landscapes
He captures
With the lenses of
His eyes
The friends he makes
Reside in his picture
Frames
They wave a friendly "Hello!"
I can’t believe it’s almost been two years since I’ve seen your beautiful face.
We went through so much together over the years.
We saw many hardships, and we cried many tears.
Awesome.
It’s an overused word.
But in this case, it fits perfectly.
Blonde hair, crazy smile.
Good friend that goes the extra mile.
Smart, fun, wild.
A hippie that brings light to a room.
This message goes out to my middle and H.S. friend, Jake, who left us all way too soon. May his heart finally be filled with the peace for which he yearned, but sadly couldn’t come to find through the thick of life’s adversities at the time.
Thinking again, I should've left.
Saw your crooked smile, pondering eyes.
You left me in the dust, you didn't care at all.
He buys you things,
so you let him beat you down,
(My mom)
yell at you
(my friend)
and call you a bitch, hoe, tramp and everything else indecent under the sky
(my other friend)
