To my friend whom i lost
When I was Just seven
Now I know the cost
Of what it means to go to heaven
I miss you in every way
You were an angel sent
I wish you were here today
But you had to go and you went
I'll keep our memories n mind
Especially at times when you were crazy
It's hard to leave the past behind
But it's even harder to accept reality
To my friend whom I lost
When I was just seven
Now I know the cost
Of what it means to go to heaven
YOU ARE READING
Behind The Sun
PoetryThe sunset must be felt, not seen. For we could have never known what could have been. 👑mèmamamé