His smile
His laugh
His thinking bubbles
His shouts
His emotes
His frequent troubles
His macros
His colors
His personality doubles
To the one we love
to whom we owe it all
as much as we miss him
we know he's there to call.
above our heads
and in the skies
to listen to us
and hear our cries.
a place was set
for this wonderful man
he watches over us
and holds our hands.
he was there when he was needed
and we were too
to cheer each other up
when we were blue.
we wish he was here
not on the wings of a dove
just to let him know
how much he is loved.
he is now our angel
and still a cool dude
this is to the one we love
whom we still call Boude.
~Written by dana_the_chicken_slayer
{~Junk Drawer~}