the flower that never bloomed

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DO NOT COME AT ME WITH THE 'THIS IS EMO' BECAUSE I JUST VISITED MY BEST FRIENDS GRAVE

its quiet in the cementary

not a single sound made

the wind whistles softly

its so quiet here

quiet like the grave

i walk slowly towards the place

where i know that you lay

memories come flooding back

the first time we met

all the good times

our tree climbing contests

it all comes flooding back

the places we went

the games we played

the cliff near you house

i stare at the stone

with your name on it

numbers engraved

on the cold dead stone

just like you

cold and dead

i miss you so much

my tears stain the ground

soaked up by the ground

you have no idea

my biggest regret

how i wish

that i could

turn the clock

backwards

i would change it

i'd never yell at you

but the thing

that i'd change

the thing

that i will never

be able to forgive

the last words i said to you

they'll haunt me forever

i relive the moment

that you threw

yourself

off the cliff

were we always played

as kids

i would turn the time back

i'd change it all

but if i could change

just one thing

i'd cut out the last thing

you ever heard me say

i hate myself

but you have to know

that it was a lie

i didn't hate you

but its the last thing

you heard me say

but at least

you can be happy now

there's no depression

at least not in paradise

you don't have

to take lithium

to feel happy

anymore

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