Dear Sick Friend Poem by Fabricks Arrey

Dear friend.
the paths are lonely and boring.
without you it's nothing.
I thought it was easy to stay away.
but the seconds were just faraway.
from ur pretty smiles I enjoyed.
from you pretty voice I endured.

You may not understand how it feels like without you.
Maybe I should start with the pretty times.
The times we had and spend.
When you asked my name and smiled.
All our jokes and lies.
All I had was just for you.
Fran Fran it's you Fran.

Fabson.