I dunno if I should write this poem,
it's about you,
and you hate being in the spot light.
But I would,
coz I want them to know...

When I first heard,
I didn't cry,
coz I knew it was ment to be
and you were ill,
so it's ok, but I miss you.

Next time we'll meet
I hope I'll wear white,
we'll be in heaven,
running on clouds.
Or maybe black,
It's your favorite colour,
and we'll listen to music,
and talk forever,
coz that's where we'll be.

Now I'm crying
but boys don't cry,
nevermind, I do.
I hope we'll meet again
but it might take a while,
just wait, ok?
I miss you girl, goodbye.