A Poem to a Lost Friend
How will it be seen?
This known passing reveals pain,
but entitlement should bring silver rain.
This scapecoat blackens a love of no means.
To wait upon a day, again,
While my time was so vast and fun lasts,
We played away selflessly; days pass,
And fortune ahead with a new life to gain.
Our Golden Age of fame rose!
Evereyone knew the erupting madness;
We swept into a land so naive; it is blindness
in all perfection, that we had no reward in pose.
We burned out before fading away.
Lifetimes will cease before I believe,
What I chose was to better our right to achieve,
But, my brother, mine heart must stray...
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