about
|| info
|| writings || photography ||
credits || host ||
journal || current ||
archives || |
A
poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
|
Friend
Do you think just once You could open your heart to me? Throw away those troubled times And simply let me be me? Let me tell you my thoughts and hopes Share my highs,lows and dreams? And for once in my life, be a friend? That word is so huge, so emcompassing It means so many things Yet I don't think you understand The meaning of the word. Ally, companion Holder of thoughts Keeper of secrets Be my friend, hold my hand Let me rest my weary head Dry my pitiful tears When my world falls apart. I would do the same for you If you would only allow Some small part of yourself To break free from your hell. Be my friend And enjoy me while you can I may not be here forever And forever could only be a day away. So love me, cherish me Dream of me, hold me in your thoughts Hope for me a bit of happiness In this world of dark. And just be my friend. Do not try to chain me Do not think to tell me how to be I am my own self, if you don't like it Then let me be. (Note: Just so everyone will know, I absolutely HATE this poem. But here it is, a part of me, therefore I will share it.) raw || truth |