ELI

Lydia, With the cold sweeping in, I was lonely but not bitter / You came within a light that had shown through the darkest liquor. At first was with shared laughs and venting to one another / Then it had grown deeper and deeper, you couldn't see one without the other / Next, We started chilling more and more, sharing emotions with the notion Of the idea We have each other no matter the storms or how deep the ocean. Watching cartoons, creating drinking games; photo shoots for all of your followers / Becoming more than friends with happiness like we were at a bridal shower. Than a day so dark, indeed, had crept upon Our doorstep / Creating a fog so steep, with grief, now We're sitting in front of  death. Things were said, feelings were hurt and now We dare to step Into the abyss again /   with loving tears; as me for you straight jacket. Overcome this, We shall, with hard work and diligence / The patience of a monk to assist Us...

I write my life in these scripts.   Like screen shots, save the pics, so you can remember me when I'm gone.   Been putting my everything in every poem since 6.   23 now and still sticking to the script.   They tell me "give it up, chase another dream." But writing is my passion, it's addicting if you ask me. Life's been so unlucky, seen some friends laid in caskets, immortalized on T-Shirts. A hater can't see that we hurt? I got no choice but write it out, These pains are deep, it's hard to take in, Let alone man, being able to sleep.   The night Emmitt died I felt revenge starting to creep.   I was leaving from work, I got the call, and I   -   Could barely even drive the car, tears was swelling my eyes; My homie said, "he fighting for his life."   I thought he would've made it out that same night.   The next morning checked my phone, was on facebook, "Rest in Peace Dub." Everywhere;   ...

I promise to write to you.   Every Thursday .   And I keep my promises under lock and key,   So you know my word is safe.   Every since that one Monday that I saw you but never got to mention that I love you, I love you to hell and back and then some.   And then some more; I'll be the guy that lights candles and throws rose petals on the floor. The guy that you can call, will have my pedal to the floor, if things get salty I'll be there to add some sugar to the moments.   I remember when I seen you walking down the street with your head down, you was at your lowest;   And then we talked and then that made you happy.   A perfect stranger at the moment, not knowing what this would come to.   And that was Wednesday , before you left I told you, every Thursday look for letters.   And you know I keep my promises under lock and key,   And the locksmiths me; And I'm hiding the extra one inside of ...