We've known each other all our lives,
our mums had us on the same day.
We were gonna be great wives,
we see each other everyday.
We were gonna live together,
but now where not.
We would see each other whatever the weather,
We never forgot.
But now you've gone,
your so very far away from me,
and this isn't a con.
A tear drops onto my pillow,
I'm wishing you were back,
I stand under your willow,
I give it a whack,
My knuckles crack and tiny scarlet droplets appear on them and they glisten in the sunlight and your not here to help me, to say its OK, your GONE!
I hope you like this people, this happened on a book i read (not the whacking the tree part, lol) and i just inverted it into poem. Please rate.