francis harrison

Memoirs Of A Lost Friend

Down by my beside, My room quiet still.
A pen in my hand, a sheet on my knee;
All my thoughts i want to pour into it,
But i still cant let go of what used to be;

U used to be here when i needed to talk;
My life i poured out to you like an overflowing cup;
No doubt u knew the littlest part of me;
No doubt u saw a future and believed in my dream;

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