I was thinking about an old friend today. I wanted to post this, just to remind myself that I haven't forgotten. Bear with me, I wrote this when I was 15 and I am writing it strictly from memory today since the original was lost many years ago.
*Jared*
I saw you
and said hello with a smile,
though as we crossed paths though I couldn't help but think
doesn't that boy have anything better to do?
He is always walking down the street,
smoking his cigarrette and dragging his feet.
I was there when they pulled you out of the woods,
one women shook her head and said
it's no suprise,
he was never any good.
He was always walking down the street,
smoking his cigarette and dragging his feet.
Things aren't the same since you went away,
it seems like a dream
so much left unsaid.
I look out the window and silently pray....
Please god let him be walking down the street,
smoking his cigarette and dragging his feet.
***RIP Jared. You are not forgotten.***
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That is simply amazing writing, Aimee... amazing.
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