Kianna.

A Poem by Carlouse

The simple sinking feeling of losing your closest friend..

I fall, my heart hits the ground. the feelings all to familiar...she stands with her hand stretched out and out and we walk we talk. We glance and dance through the strands of confusion. My heart varies its bonds to her. She lands. she stands beneath his fire like lynx to a lion. For how the tables turn. I stand there with my hand stretched out. We stand walk. We talk...live life...like her mother, like my father...never hoped to imagine...Here i lay, with thoughts of losing her. Bringing tears like the lonely years to my eyes. She is what they failed to be...a true friend...