It's BYEA Poem by Amata LunaI remember a teacher said: One is enough, two is too much, and three is a poison that can kill a person. This is the third time. Too much of everything might kill, right?It’s BYE
I hope sadness can be heard I hope its cries will be shared I hope people really cared I hope not all are that crooked
I think it’s time for me to move on I think it’s time I say goodbye to you all I’ll miss the talk, the funny laughs I’ll miss you all but not those cranks
I’ll miss blueblue, his eyes like skies His words that are gentle, his caring mind I’ll miss him sure, he was a friend The reason why I even renamed myself in his end
I’ll miss a father, a buddy and friend Another green figure, another green sent He was a good man, better than most But maybe because he knows, wise because he’s old
I’ll miss him who’s been a brother, a companion and a sage Though cyber it might seem, he proved me a good man young in age Although I think he’s acing, he knows just where I am He knows just when to talk to me, or call me when perhaps
For you who’s been a buddy, a writing pal at most I’ll tell you when I’m ready, I’ll write at any cost I’m happy to be a friend to you, I’m glad you’re happy too Just remember I’m a woman, don’t think I’m all but rue
To all who’s not been mentioned, I will remember you To mamba who has pained me, you know you pissed me true To Barry and to YIFY, your hard work will be paid My many thanks to friends there, I’ll surely miss you all
To all who seemed like friendly, to all who looked like cool Who acted a friendly neighbor, a helpful stranger too It’s better you called me your enemy and hate me from before Than declare me your friend to betray me and disappoint me to the core
So friends goodbye and fellow buds, Blue is the color of the eyes of skies Satriana is the name of the gal who might have lied But don’t worry she’s gone though not has she died
Amata Luna S a t r I a n a
© 2012 Amata LunaAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorAmata LunaAboutI write when something brings me to it. I write when somebody pushes me into it. I write when things are sad and when things are not. I write when I'm inspired. To inspire, I write. To share is to wri.. more..Writing
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