He sits on a rock, his eyes lost in the sea. I know his thoughts, they are not of me. A tear runs down his face, as he wipes it away. The salt fills his head, he has nothing to say. We used to have love, until his problems hit. Now he is on his own, by himself he sits. I wish we were friends, so I could just hug him. But those days have past, his future is dim. I sit on the beach, cannot help but stare. I want to solve his worries, and to show that I care.
Reason for writing:
This is about a boy that was a really good friend of mine a few years ago until we had a fight about something that turned out to not even be true. I wrote this to show how important friends are and to hold onto them.
Birth sign: Leo
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