"He looks pretty serious",I whispered to my friend,as I first seen him with my friends. His words so sharp,so well built. Yet so calm had he been in some way.
He spoke to me with so much warmth,and thus,sparked a new bond,one of those precious high school bonds.
Always in the good books of every soul,not a single thing to blame for. What a gentleman was he, to be a torch in a world full of darkness.
Its still so fresh in his peoples eyes,the sight of him on the bed all tied. his chest so heavy,his face so blue,we spoke to him with the hope that he would too.
We wept and prayed for days together.For many more years of his being. For many more smiles,tales and squabbles.
Who knew it would all go in vain.Who knew he'd leave this permanent stain. When in his silence he said goodbye,breaking us down As our world is now li'l shrunk,We closely hold the half filled trunk.