I have a long time friend that occasionally brings out the worst in me and yet, she loves me as unfinished and sometimes broken as I am. While I have yet to learn how to comfort myself, somehow she can. And for that I am truly grateful.
This poem originally was published in Friendship Poems
Friends
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Growing pains Broken chains A sad melody Falling tears Listening ears A friend just for me Reaching out Sharing doubt When life gets me down Hands to clutch Gentle touch Can turn me around Spoken words Softly heard Cognitivity Holding tight Loving light Calm serenity |
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