Appreciative

When someone calls me appreciative i appreciate it. 

With a compliment i reciprocate it.

Never have i stopped to think it complicated.

This word wasn’t able to be correlated.

In my mind that is, until one day it happened.

My heart broken and it couldn’t be mended.

I lost my friend and i’ll never forget it.

Praying to God he made me observe it.

The memories flashing i could not escape it. 

Seeing what i lost, i could appreciate it.

 

-Luis

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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