She laying in a hospital bed.
Utterly alone and quiet for once in her life.
It scares me so much
More than a monster in the closet
Or a gun to my head
Shes supposed to be tough
Not taken down so easily
I cant help but wonder
How could this happen?
Who thought
Something so simple
Could squish her like fluff
She laughs and fights with a cop
She stands up to the bullies
Punched him out and broke her hand
And yet she still grinned
She won the hardest fight she ever fought
She always comes out on top
So then how is it
That something as simple as a tree
and a moment of carelessness
Can snuff her out so completely
Leave her alone in a small hospital bed
Broken ribs, stitches, and spinal damage
She grins, while 'I' throw a fit
I dont know how to say
Or what it is that makes me feel
So completely lost
All that I know
Is that a day without her presence
Is a day that the skies turn gray
Author notes
Im not a good poet. And Ill be the first to admit it. But my best friend is in the hospital. She's the very essence of light and happiness. But she was in a car accident over the weekend and now my little glowing light has been snuffed out.
So I wrote this. Painstakingly for three hours while I sat in the hospital today. It sucks. I know that. Try to get the thought behind it more than the actual words.
Try to get the thought behind it more than the actual words. What do you think?
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Okay, now Im restating my comment.
I realize that sounded WAY meaner than i meant it. And I should really be nice since this poem is about me, huh.
I love it, Keenan. Very beautiful. The thought behind it is amazing and so so sweet. Thank you SOO much.
Love you always,
Kali
AKA
Xxbloody-rosexX
AKA
Lolita Fairytales -
Oh man, you suck.
Not the poem. Thats good. I mean you. First you come in here this morning acting all funny and now this pops up. What exactly is going on with you, Keenan?
Youre acting so different lately.
Im me tonight.
Kali.
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reminds me of the tribute i wrote 4 one of my good mates.
the best word is always from the heart,
exelent write Dryll even if you were in pain while you wrote it
this is what poetry is all about
how you feel and whats in your heart and head
good job there Keenan, bonza write 'ere mate ^_^
~Dani~
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Aw man Dryll.
Im actually crying, dammit!
I love her too, you know. Shes got it good with you as a friend. Im very proud of you.
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