Take me back to the day we met,
Where everything was pure, perfect, and innocent.
We started a nonsense talk conversation,
You smiled, and then everything went slow motion.

We exchanged names, and I found yours playfully naughty,
Thought we would be in flames, but realized things would be knotty.
So we dug up graves until we were playing *****,
And we signed up for a lifetime friendship, telling the entirety like a diary.

Stealing sorrows, smiles, and laughter - I hope for your love and forgiveness.
Searching for the moon, stunned by beautiful flowers, you are the witness.
Spilling late night random thoughts, you're cute, but don't like it - you confess.
And I said take me somewhere only we know, and it will be our dark secret.

We continued playing with fire, craves the thrill, and stirring the embers.
Accepting the risks, driven to explore, who cares? This is a moment to remember.
Relishing the moment, because we both know it's fleeting,
But one thing is for sure, we protect each other, and that's promising.

As we navigate this voyage, sailing through the stormy seas, and seasons of weather,
Let's fly like a bird, embracing the wind's direction and stick together.
I am always here to support and bug you, I told you, and that's forever!
For you will be in my heart like a tattoed name, stamped, my friend, and that's a life-changer.

There is a difference between "Choice" and "Option".

Choice is when you want to choose which...
But the option is,
a.
b.
c.
d. when you want to be chosen...

He writes poetry
But no one knows

He writes poetry
He writes about love
And loss

He writes about smiles
And frowns

He writes about sorrow
And forgotten towns

He writes about how lost he gets
Caught up in his own mind

He writes poetry to
And about others

But no one knows

Know one knows the depth of his soul
Because they all choose to see the exterior
And that exterior screams

Preppy
And preppy
Don't have souls

Or so they thought
Until the day he was consumed
By his own poetry