• Forgive me of one thing,

    I am a b*****d.

    I stay up late.
    Conceal my fate.
    Keep a heated debate.
    Disown a date.
    Fall at a fast rate.

    . . . please let me die
    . . . please don't cry
    . . . please. . .
    . . . just tell me why.

    Why, why would you love me?
    I am a horrible friend.
    Why, why do you set me free,
    from this coming, destined end?

    Why do you revive me,
    this b*****d that I am?
    Why do you let me be,
    be an innocent charming lamb?

    I deserve to die,
    and you know that as well.
    But now I'm wondering why,
    why you saved me from this hell.

    I have learned to love you,
    but I know I must stop.
    I must keep my eyes on what I must do,
    I must lift you up to the top.

    You revived me from death,
    and became an angel to me.
    Because of you I now have breath.
    and am everyday filled with glee.

    Luna, the person that I trust most.
    Being your friend, makes me want to boast.

    You want honesty,
    well let me do you a favor.
    You made a poem about me,
    well let me return the favor.

    to die is to live.
    to love is to die.
    to have a best friend is to give.
    and to be undeserving is to wonder why.

    (This poem is dedicated to lunar_eclipse705)