Degenerating feeling
like candle I am melting on glam face, drops are pouring finding comfort through dreaming of hands and arms comforting and sweet voice reassuring the nagging twinge, fading.
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At times you are different
at times you are odd but when on times I need a friend You are there, Lending your hand. Your efforts I appreciate Your time spent The moments shared I cherish them I won’t forget. Thanks for the friendship Thanks for the care Thanks for the joy Your presence brings You are far Yet you hold me dear. Sometimes I wish You are for real That in my dream You will stay So I can reach you On times of blue. A tall wish A dream in naught Cause even you, You are not real you’re like a wind you come and go. |
Author A mother, an aunt, a sister and a friend, they embody my personality. Archives
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