Hold onto your dreams,
for if they break and die,
Life us a broken winged bird,
that can no longer fly.
Pouring your heart out in the form of ink,
Onto paper in words, constantly feeling the sting.
Only its messy scrawl feels the pain,
Of your unbearable loss and your struggle to gain.
There is no fire without the flame
There is no grief without the shame
There is no shine without the star
There is no pain without the scar
This is for you, my ex best friend.
This is for all the care you'd portend.
This is for all the jokes and laughs,
This is for when you'd give the better half.