My friend

My friend

In a land without beginning, I cannot think about the end.

In a world where I should have been winning, I could only pretend.

I cannot deceive you now and tell you that I have no gift;

I cannot lie to you now and say I have nothing to give.

I have to give you my words, so you can see the real me.

I am love, I am yours; I am more than just a poetic piece.

If Heaven came calling and I was never seen again,

Would I have left a good impression upon this world?

I hope you have been affected by the words that I say,

Because if I am taken or even if I am forsaken,

Then all that would be left to do was leave your mind behind to twirl.

We are all here for a reason and my reason is this;

Born to write, half the time, the rest I spend being in love.

If we cast aside our desires, then would we even have lived?

Love is my passion, it drives me forward and it stops me giving up.

I have said I am nothing, but something I am.

I could claim to tell the truth

And you could claim that I am a liar,

Or I could simply share my thoughts with you.

I could have kept silent, but I chose to stand;

Nothing is given, you must earn it and so that is what I will do.

No dramatics or lies, just blood, sweat and tears.

My books are growing, my words multiplying and I am but a pen.

As each night falls and each sun rises, I am slipping through the years.

But on the last day, on my grave it will say…

He was a poet, a lover and my friend.

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