Dear friend

How old is it,the tittle is in descrite.
Often we be missing you
behaving in an unlikely manner,
how far can it be,shouting and screaming.
Death! Death!! When?...
Though we havin't reached,atleast this time we laughed and giggled.
Those sounds and colours
so pointless to ask for forgiveness,
fearless of whats to come next
atleast we said..."Rest In Peace"
With our voices will tell our differences.
Remember my tears would be invisible,
darkness pilled up along the pathway glowing mysterically,
How old is it,the tittle is indescite
and i'll be missing you
for these moments i spend alone,
depressful days uttering words of my conscience...
Your gone and i'm left alone,
I would be silent,thinking what a delicate memory.
I would be crying,
my tears triumphantly emerge
i would be missing you,
dear friend your not forgotten,
so beware,keep a watchful eye,
for i will hold you dearest when we meet again
somewhere else from here.