A/N: here is another poem that I wrote to my other best’s friend, both unfortunately are gone but I write to make me forget.

He loved the Sea

He loved the sea

Past sense is what I use

He was like the sea

So submissive and enraging

He was beautiful and yet so rough

He hated popcorn without his pop

We use to sit there talking

About life, and watch the sun go bai-bai

He loved the sea, so very much

His eyes resembled the sea

So bright and dark

He loved the sea

I can’t explain why

I use to love it too

Because, id don’t know why

Now I see the sea

Remind me of him

So far away and petrified

He loved the sea

So maybe that’s why I do

Reminds me of him

That’ll be all I say