This ink,
describes my soul,
as it writes
myself
on the paper.

The paper
keeps my soul
fermenting it
encapsulating it
so it may someday
be revived once again.

The mind
is my soul,
for without it
the ink would not be used,
the paper
would remain blank
and my soul's silence
would be as if
it never existed
in the first place.

Hold me for a while,
just this second in time,
cause I know this won't last,
itll soon become,
just a second in the past.

So before we move on,
before we become torn,
give me one look,
show me that smile,
and hold me for a while.

The falling leaves
the stress now relieve
from the tree of life,
you no longer stay
in the branches all day
you've now drifted
off into the sky
oh so high.

Will we ever meet again?
you who were a men of men
to see you blown away
without even a goodbye to say.

My dear friend
it just too early to end
you left your tree so tall
without it being near fall,
I will remember you forever
the beautiful leaves
now reeves.

There was a boy in my batch,
his name was Patrick.
I remember he was always fun
he always would spread the love.
And nothing could stop him,
when he wanted to give you a hug.
People say he was the best,
he literally was
better then all thees gone  rest.
Now hes gone,
he will never come back
and I wish I could hang out with him
just one more time.

I'll really miss the his laugh
lights up the room in an instant
I'll really miss the way his jokes
were the essence of anytime you were with him
he was in all aspects,
awesome.

I cant really think straight
now that hes gone,
and thats why this poem
might just **** as hell
but its ok,
I just want people to know how he was.

He was always smiling
and trying to make people better
and better.
He might get physical
but it was all in good humor.
To know Patrick was to love Patrick.

I sit in now in public,
desperately trying to fight
the tears with all my might
but its not working,
I'l forever miss the way
he would befriend those he didnt know
in an instant.
To him it didnt matter who you were
nothing mattered.

I cant believe that now hes gone,
The tears in my eyes
are now the most important reminders of his life.
I sit now,
my emotions desolate
void of joy and happiness,
I wish I could have just one last talk,
but I cant.
So I'll hang onto what we would talk about
in hopes i can meet him again and
we could talk.

I really wish we could stay
exactly the way
we were just yesterday.

When I was too dense
and your love I couldn't sense
and these stupid feelings of love
from my body I could cleanse.

I wanted to be just a friend,
I didn't want our friendship to bend,
cause when it does it won't go back,
it'll just abruptly come to an end.

I don't like you like in that way,
"I just want to be friends" I'd say
but I know it'll cause you too much dismay,
and I can't just let your heart stand at bay,
so just what the hell should I say?

If I close my heart,
our friendship will break apart.

If I accept you,
to myself I won't be true,
but is it better then losing a friend
just like you?

These caverns of the mind,
put me in a bind,
should I be kind?
Or should I look away
and hope someone
else you and I can find?

Just what the hell am I supposed to say?

I put my wish
upon a fish
so that it may swim the sea
and by your side
it may be.