Goodbye, John.

Always behind me,

Wherever I go.

I don't have to look,

I already know.

Your face alwats down,

Your ears always pink.

Don't have to hide it,

I know what you think.

Outside is harsh,

I know it is mauger.

I know I'd be lost

Without my blogger.

Now I'm standing up here,

On building-top, high.

I guess it's my note...

I'm saying goodbye.

Now I'm gone,

And I'm lying on the stone,

You're in the road,

Rejected an alone.

It's been fun, friend,

Glad you answered the call.

I took the F

A

L

L,

Thinking of you,

Above all.

Roses are red,

All my blood is red, too.

There's pain in your voice,

"That's my friend! Let me through!"

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Author's note

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I actually had originally written this poem in Shakespearean Sonnet form (Iambic pentameter, 15 syllable lines) for my english class. My teacher alerted the councillor and everything. Hehe. Smiley face. So I thought I should share it with my fellow fanboys and fangirls.