This is for Thorn, my best friend who was murdered by his parents.
Always there for me,
Always there for us.
When I first met you,
It was on the bus.
You smiled and grinned,
Like the fool you were.
But you were a friend,
A friend that I always will need.
When on that day that you said "hi",
I was concidering of telling you "bye".
But in your eyes I see,
The joyful boy you saught out to be.
So Instead I took your hand and said
"How's it going there, bed head?"
You smiled and laughed and ran a hand
Through that dark brown hair of your's.
And from that day up till this day,
We were the best of friends we could ever be.
When I caught news of your murder,
I shouted and screamed the same
I was numb and hollow and not for games,
My heart, you see, was torn.
For you, my friend, were like my brother, Thorn,
Always there for me and us.
And on that day that I met you,
I gave you all my trust.
My heart died when you died,
and my tears, i only cried.
For on that day when you left us,
All I could think of, was that bus.
My heart, our hearts, are torn.
We miss you, Thorn.