I loved the way he said my name,
Held my hand
and took all the blame.
said his sorry,
showed he cared
loved me like no one else dared.
I loved the way he laughed
smelled and looked
how he couldn't read a book.
the way he talked for hours
his short hot showers
I loved the way he had to walk
write and draw
not only did he cry
he balled.
his light complection
neatest person around
I've got to stop this
he's six feet underground.
he had that twinkle in his eye
couldn't walk away
with out a good-bye.
this little "hood" in his voice
bad decisions
but it was his choice.
he was a hoodlum,
a great guy too
but this tune he'd hum.
then say "Jen, it's to you."
I now hum it,
and I tear up quick,
it's catchy really it is
I'll have to go now,
my arms are turning red
he wouldn't like this
but like I've said. he's gone now.
He's up above,
you can count on me
he's disappointed
because this he can see.
he knew he couldn't do anything about us
we were just too far away
if I knew he'd end it like this,
I would've called him that day.
I miss him so,
I love him too
you guys don't know,
unless it happened to you.
