Disclaimer: I don't own pokemon so don't sue me

Disclaimer: I don't own pokemon so don't sue me.

Author's note: I wrote this a long time ago so I thought I'd post it here.

I'm sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes.

He stood by me

~MISTY'S POV~

He stood by me, as the time went by.

He stood by me, and I don't know why.

He smiled at me a lot. He was cute at that.

He cried. I saw his teardrops, and he couldn't hide it with the brim of his hat.

When I asked him why, he said he's dying, but I can't remember because of what,

Because after the "D" word my mind just went blank.

He said he loves me, that he always will.

That all these fighting weren't real.

Then, in the hospital, I wanted to see him but they told me I couldn't do it.

They said he's weak, tired, and delirious with heat.

One day, when they told me I could, I entered the room.

Something I soon regretted on because when I saw him it meant to him and me doom.

He stood by me, as the time went by.

He stood by me, and I don't know why.

But he didn't stand by me when I cried.

I was the one who stood by him, when he died.

Author's note: what do you think? It's my first attempt to do a poem so don't blame me if it sux.

Please review!