Friday, April 24, 2015

empty

Ofttimes
I miss my friend
Not the shell you are now
You breathe, walk around, but you're not
Alive

Joyless
As I recall
The you who used to laugh
I'm scared I'll never see that friend
Again

1 comment:

  1. Sometimes, it's really hard to see the changes in our friends.

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