*empathy*
Throughout the years I’ve known you
I have always said
That if you were to leave this life
I would go instead.
Your life is oh so precious
Your smile oh so rare
For me to lose your friendship
Is more than I can bear.
Your eyes are winter storms,
Your hair an autumn breeze,
Your laugh is like the spring birds
That sing throughout the trees.
Your passion is like summer,
On a long and stormy night;
And I will forever have regrets
Of the day you left my sight.
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