You Were


You were always there,

My shoulder to cry on.

My light at the end of the tunnel,

My hope when all was lost.

I poured my feelings out to you

You were always such a good listener.

You were my first love

You were also my friend.


But, every good story has an ending.

I reached the end,

No more pages to read.

And that's when I knew

All the hope you had given me was lost.

For you did not exist past that last sentence-

I guess that's the problem when your only friend exists in a novel.

  • Author: Crystal Moon (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 11th, 2015 21:29
  • Comment from author about the poem: For a while, my only friends lived in the pages of a novel. I could never see them face-to-face, I could only imagine their fictional arms wrapping around mine.
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 31

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