With help from Angel lost in shadows, thanks
Two pointed little teeth,
That evil smile,
Green and pink skin,
I ain't seen in a while.
A mentor, a friend,
A demon to some,
But to me you're a friend,
Where my training begun.
When I was four,
You trains me to be strong,
And even thought I cried,
You know you weren't wrong.
You tried to kill my father,
Hated my mother,
But always remains a friend,
To me and my brother.
So here is my poem,
I hope you hear it some day,
But until then I thank you,
For each and every day.
Remember me friend,
For I'll remember you,
I will always be there for you Piccolo,
And to this word I'll stay true.
My first poem what do you think.