The days are looking slow nights never end.
Phones calls never come text convos always end.
The need of them there no one comprehends.
The thoughts of will they every end.
Just thinking about that lost friend.
That one person thats your best.
Even when you know what not to say they will always finish your sentence
In the end.
The hurt you feel they mend.
If your reading this then you can see that
All gd things must come to the end.
©2012
Word Play pt 1 (The end)
13 Saturday Oct 2012
Posted Poetry, Spoken Word
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