My Best Friend

As I look back into what is now

I sit and I wonder you love me how

through all of the tough times that we had

we sit and we think as it makes us sad

your my best friend and I want you back

missing you relizing what my life lacks

a drunken man killed you and another

now I miss you and so does your mother

please come back I miss you so

do you miss me at all I need to know

that man should be killed and hurt like you

he needs to be beaten till hes black and blue

Author's Notes/Comments: 

this poem is false but good.

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