We stood out school,
his hand on my hand...

Growing up you were always there
Each and every day showing me that you cared...

I hate the way you lie to me
I hate the games you play...

I can remember when the phone rang and mum burst...
than mum said my uncle Davie saw him laying there...

I love the way you walk
i love the way you talk...

A piece of me i give, ido,
this poem is full of love for you...

I am boxing away every pice of you
every thought,feeling,emotion,memory...