My Friend
I would take my dearest friend.
When something happens
Someone dies, a breakup, a fight
She is always their for me.
I am forever talking to her
spewing my ideas, pouring my words onto her.
She will always help inspire me,
Until the day I expire.
I can not live without her
‘fore when I am not with her
I can not breathe.
So I would rather die than be without her
So Bury me with my best friend,
a pen and a notepad.
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