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My Friends |
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greysolace Member
since 2006-03-27
Posts 71 |
My Friends I can tell that I’ll never know their true worth But I’m not worried about that All I need to know is what they do for me The little things they do without even knowing it Talking when I feel like running Laughing when I feel like fighting Their almost predictable ways that make me realize That I shouldn’t be stressing over the world so much All else fades away when I’m in their company Nothing else seems to matter Not the weather nor the circumstances For a simple comment can roll the storm clouds away And a mere joke can lift the sorrow from my shoulders As long as we can smile, the world is alright. Perhaps that is why I cherish them so much Because no matter how lost I get They stay by my side, helping me find my way I can only call them one thing Because almost anything else seems like an insult They can only be known as my friends ~~Poetry is written emotion~~ |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
nice tribute, and so true |
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