Sending Out the Props
Well here's a bit of poetry from my little brother. I found it rather good so it can go here and be remembered time immemorial by no one ^^.
All "friends" they called themselves,
yet none really cared.
In the end they turned their backs,
and at their backs I stared.
Life has turned it's back on me,
to leave me high and dry.
All the so called "friends",
have left me here to die.
Well there you have it. Short but quite goot. I like it. There might be hope for him yet. Well that's all. I'll leave my love life and it's difficulties out of this cause I'll either figure it out or do something. So there you have it children. Be good and try to love.
-Zachary Nicholas Wick
All "friends" they called themselves,
yet none really cared.
In the end they turned their backs,
and at their backs I stared.
Life has turned it's back on me,
to leave me high and dry.
All the so called "friends",
have left me here to die.
Well there you have it. Short but quite goot. I like it. There might be hope for him yet. Well that's all. I'll leave my love life and it's difficulties out of this cause I'll either figure it out or do something. So there you have it children. Be good and try to love.
-Zachary Nicholas Wick