Fireproof
I remember being happy,
Before I cried.
I remember still caring,
Before you lied.
I remember how we were,
Before you changed.
I remember how we laughed,
Before the drugs made you strange.
I miss how we talked
Until our hearts’ desire.
I hope you’ll be ok,
And you don’t fall into the fire.
This poem was written by Cel Laroque on Nov 16, 2006.
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