probably the hardest thing to take
a smile was tucked in her pocket,
her love--- in a locket, inside her chest
her past now off in the distance,
I'm wishing her well... isn't her heart at rest?
I last saw her sophmore year
such a soft core year
My face was wet for no reason
(*Dummy, those are tears*)
looking back on poems
knowin' I'd never see her again
showin' cards face up
but never meet her again...
seeing how she created me
as a writer, and cypher
every feeling I ever had
through, and by her
wishing i could only pride her
make her proud of me
you may ask--- why her?
she is the hardest hit to my heart
I'm thankful for the experience
Because now matter what I do,
my bloodtype is AB