--On No Account—
How could I ever write about him?
He didn't stick around for long,
When he did,
I didn't know him well only his pills and powder,
Sniffed up through the nights and drunk through his days,
He became less of my friend.
Nothing else to say.
Pointless words as I keep talking about a person who is no more.
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Years To Come
PoetryYears To come is poems that are based on reality and fantasy, they can be viewed in many different ways from each person who reads them. Years To Come is a book about many events in your life that have already came or still are to come that you may...
