Best Friends - Poem by Kristopher Gathright
A million roses cover the ground.
It's a beautiful sight all around.
A tear rolls from my eye.
As today starts, I lose a life.
Someone I used to count on.
Someone I used to ride for.
My friend, I put you before most.
Me and you were friends but became family.
And now if we ain't family then what are we.
Dead? ...must be.
I wanna cry because I lost you.
But there's no grave to say goodbye to.
I wanna die because I miss you.
But we ain't no longer friends dude.
You roll around with yo new crew but are they gone ride like I do.
I know everthing about you.
Believe me I can crush you.
Now in my garden of roses lies your skull dude.
So watch me learn from you, and trun my back on you
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