I wish to write a poem,
Of grieving, pain and loss...

Thoughts amassed of times now past,
Apparent what went awry...

Severed your ties as you head for the hills.
Instilled in your ideals is a life on your own...

You're always funny and carefree,
unique, charming and smart...

Make your enemies crazy or drive them insane,
Inject this next potion direct into a vein...

Stupid girls; always breaking my heart,
Tortures the soul when they always depart...

There's an itching, aching down in my soul
stopping my heart from ever being whole...

Its colors that make you,
So bright, So bold...

This is a parody of "The Raven" by E.A...
I Highly recommend you read the original...

Things gone wrong in this world but all try to...
How to right our wrongs while we push to survive...

Always and a day, I'd hold you always.
Passed on the others; they'll stay in the past...

Upon crystal autumn welkin thee gaze,
Passion stoically displayed within thee...