I know it's Tough, but Please, Don't Go
I Lost A Friend Today
Go ahead and laugh, it's okay
this place isn't real, I hear what you say.
We don't know anyone, especially in here
How could you really cry, why hold him dear?
I've never seen his face, never touched is hand
No there was no fond embrace, or catch me if you can.
He isn't gone, like dead, just gone from me
I heard what you said, wait and see.
Laugh, go ahead laugh. It's all a silly game.
Maybe it seems funny, we don't even know his name.
My friend, regardless of what you think,
Dispossess me all, I didn't grab him from the brink
He took an untimely fall and broken I
cannot find a single reason why.
I guess he's out there somewhere, and I should be glad
I can hope he'll find his way back, try not to hurt so bad.
I can do all those even so, anyway
I hurt inside because I know, I lost a friend today.
A Poem for Hokey
The above is my poem for Hokey, and I don't care if anyone says anything... I lost him, I miss him. End of story. No it's not the end, because I am still crying.
My how time flies, just last week I wanted to marry you. I was too old, I know. A harem seemed a bright idea, at least we'd still be close.
I hope it wasn't anything I said or anything I did. If it was I take it back, a hundred times I take it back. Do Over? Please.
Missing pieces of me. Hope to see you someday hokey, Hope to see you someday.
I Can't Stop Crying
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