ok so i just wrote this a second ago. how it came about was i talked to an old friend of mine a girl not a guy. and i got some thinngs off my chest that was bothering me for a long time. this poem is for an old soul that holds a place in my heart that no one can take. dont look to much into it but its just a poem that i was feeling at this time:
I waited, i waited until the end of time.
I hope that everytime you knocked on my door that it would be a surprise,
instead all i got was your lies.
I cried for I feared that we would never be what we used to be.
And then the knocks stopped coming,
and i knew that it wasn't true , that my heart turned blue, and you wouldn't be there with your stories or your lies.
That day i knew that i had died,
until from a distance i heard you cry,
and a wisper so true that i knew you would be ok and i would too.
But now we are enemies and friends we might never be,
cause you won't accept the friend i want to be.
