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Never think you are alone,
Always remember your friends.
You may not know what to do,
But you can always come to me.
You never need to die to be sane,
You just need support to be happy.
If you go far away from you friends,
You'll become deeply missed.
We may have just met recently,
But I'll tell you that I am loyal.
You'll never need to got far away,
When support is just in reach.
I will never hurt any of my friends,
I'll try to take some of your pain.
I'll give you the warmth of my hugs,
Stay if you think you can trust me.
Always remember your friends.
You may not know what to do,
But you can always come to me.
You never need to die to be sane,
You just need support to be happy.
If you go far away from you friends,
You'll become deeply missed.
We may have just met recently,
But I'll tell you that I am loyal.
You'll never need to got far away,
When support is just in reach.
I will never hurt any of my friends,
I'll try to take some of your pain.
I'll give you the warmth of my hugs,
Stay if you think you can trust me.
Literature
LOSS
The clouds darken closing in to steal the light away
while the pain blossoms as i lose what means so much to me
The CRASH of the thunder so booming and proud
masks the sounds of my heart as it shatters into a million shards
The flash of lightening putting on a show for all
so beautiful to behold but merely a prelude of the tears to come
Soon the rain begins to fall
leaving my tears to be just a few more drops in the downpour
The rain's path down my window
mimics the one my tears etch upon my cheeks
When the clouds part and the sun breaks through
will its light be able to pierce the gloom
Will I once again see the colors of the rainbow
Literature
Weavers, A Short Poem
If I should find that fate
Has tangled me in its strings
Then I shall simply create
A blade that can cut such things
And the severed strings I'll remake
Into thread with which I'll weave
The new path that I shall take
To the future I conceive
A weaver's work can never end
For to try to remake fate
One must travel through each twist and bend
At such a dizzying rate
And when the path is woven
The weaver can now rest
Knowing the path that they have chosen
Was a life lived at its best
So be a weaver all your life
For there's beauty in such things
To start just simply take the knife
And sever fate's cruel strings
Literature
Revision
The years grind grimly on ahead, Each one more unforgiving, Until the claims of all your dead Outweigh those of the living. You make your way each deadly day Advancing towards your last, Until your waxing woes betray You to the hungry Past. When dreams that gleam of what’s in store Grow dim with ash and dust, Mere failed hopes they sadly seem And fade, as all things must. There is no reasoned hope at all; No shining star to find. Grim Winter glooms after the Fall. The best view lies behind. You choose and draw another one: One less left fatal breath, Unsure which is the final one Before the cup of death. You know it’s nearer when you feel A nerve or muscle fail-- The one view that grows clearer As you reach that shadowed veil. You are a wood chip in the wind. We all are, it is true. Life, time and tide are going on And will, when you are through. To grieve at what you must believe Is folly, prompting sadness. To weep at one’s mortality Is nothing else than
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A poem for a friend I want to support.
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Pretty poem. *nuzzles*