~Dear reader, this is my poem
So I do what I want
I can write a poem to make you smile
Or one to spark a thought~
***ur poems poems always make me think and there's always at least 1 line that just sticks with me***

~Poems are how I speak
When my lips won't make a sound
Don't know how I'll be remembered
When they put me in the ground~
***that's b/c ur puting emostions from ur heart in2 words. that's extreamly hard 4 most pp. and no1 knows how they'll be remebered but i'll always remeber u asa great friend that came out of no where and changed my life and was always there 4 me***

~I'm not made for greatness
I'm not one to be heard
But I can listen to what your saying
And make good on my word~
***yes u r made of greatness b/c u can listen 2 ppl and make then feel so much beter***

~I know I've hurt some people
And I have broken trust
I'm hoping time will fix the scars
Time turns us all to dust~
***b/c ur such a caring friend ppl will 4give u b/c they need u***

~I don't know how I'll be remembered
Guess that is up to you
My my times not close to being over
And I've still got much to do~
***this is my fav. part of this poem and the line that sticks wit me***

~You see, dear reader, I've got this friend
Little pieces of her died
So I don't need to be remembered
If I've made her happy somewhere inside ~
***i love ur endings!***

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Dear jesse...i'll always remember. don't forget that.

Dear reader, this is my poem
So I do what I want
I can write a poem to make you smile
Or one to spark a thought

^ this did make me smile...a great way to start me off...

Poems are how I speak
When my lips won't make a sound
Don't know how I'll be remembered
When they put me in the ground

^ we have that in common....poems are how we speak...it's how we cry jesse..i get that. i don't get how you think you won't be remembered.

I'm not made for greatness
I'm not one to be heard
But I can listen to what your saying
And make good on my word

BAHAHAHAH! you were made for greatness. in your own little way jesse...and i made good on my word. i did the sunday thing. no regrets..cuz i promised YOU.

I know I've hurt some people
And I have broken trust
I'm hoping time will fix the scars
Time turns us all to dust

^ i hope time does that too..i really really hope so too...

I don't know how I'll be remembered
Guess that is up to you
My my times not close to being over
And I've still got much to do

^ i pick i remember you. and you do have more to do. jesse..i need my friend. don't ever ever ever forget that.

You see, dear reader, I've got this friend
Little pieces of her died
So I don't need to be remembered
If I've made her happy somewhere inside

^ something tells me you've made her happy. something tells me she loves you *in that not romantic way you hate* because you're trying....

even though you stole part of MY title, i love it jesse....