The
Months and
Years go by
So slowly it
Hurts.
My
Thoughts of
You fill my
Young, demented
Mind.
The
Pain and
Suffering
Of not seeing
You;
I
Don't think
I can take
This unending
Hell.
Why
Do I
Love you like
I do, daily?
Love...
The
Only
Word that can
Describe how I
Feel.
A
Word that
Controls my
Heart, which bleeds for
You.
You,
My best
Friend who makes
Me feel this way
Now.
For
You and
Only you
From now beyond
Death.
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