Rest in peace friend dear

Seven months
216 days
Vividly, I remember
Day to day happenings
Like it were yesterday
Beautiful at first
Then the future crawled in

My story I tell
This way I know how
For flashing moments I wonder
What happened to you?

You are an Anglican
No, a Catholic
Then a Muslim
Two weeks later, a Rasta
Take a stand, boy
I will stand with you

Go away
Just say it
Mountains of mole hills
Please don't make
Just say it
Don't leave it all to me
Just say it
I don't love you no more
Just say it, boy
It would hurt
Just say it anyway

On a day so dear
The day of my birth
You sliced with your tongue
All that I represent
I listened without a word
Say happy birthday
That little one in me yearned
You never did

Was it your plan?
Out of my shell you pulled
Like a lion you preyed
Your promises
Were they all lies?
In them I did believe

I look back now with a smile
What was I thinking?
I heard, didn't heed
You dropped me on thorns
And watched as I bled
In pain no one can fantom
Rest in peace friend dear
Till we all die

Comments

  1. damilola1 May 2013 at 12:33

    Rest in peace my dear friend's friend.
    Nice one 2 u from ur dear friend's heart.

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  2. Anonymous1 May 2013 at 12:47

    One love babe, one love P. You said it all, one day we all die!

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  3. skut1 May 2013 at 13:49

    Hmmmm...Pinky...Hmmmm Pinky...dats all i can say

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  4. Anonymous1 May 2013 at 14:07

    Lovely...

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  5. Anonymous1 May 2013 at 22:32

    Hmmmm!

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