i wish i had never met you
no pressure
nor prejudiced thoughts
that's your effect
and all those naive
will follow you blindly
sadly, i know of so many

lost in a vacuum
where liberty conflicts with bigotry
if you choose to live blindly
then stop claiming to see clearly
you will never know
an eccentric life the way i do
so ill keep to myself
and you keep doing you

you once resembled a warm summer day
a vibrant ray emitting all colors from the spectrum
but summers end and are replaced by storms
once the rose figures it's a rose
it learns to grow thorns

so elegant in image and in words
treading the waters gently and light
but your ripples unfurl quite massive
pushing away your former life
how can something be
so beautiful yet so destructive

why idolize a cliched society
that merely pressured you to blossom
when you've had the best around you
simple yet so wholesome
those who helped you bloom
you took for granted too

when you are ready to float along
please let us go
without resentment nor condition
and when you find yourself once again
you can still come home
but for now, this is the end
the death of a good friend