Secret Friend

Simple-Man87

Life has gotten too hard to handle

I'm sorry, I must lean on you again

Drawn to you like a moth to a candle

You've always been there, through the thick and thin,

Closer than any family, lover or friend. 

 

You're the secret I hold in my pocket

The warmth that I've been craving

My little vile of liquid Prophet

Always on-call, no delaying,

Wearing a Halo, while misbehaving.

 

The world doesn't know I have you

But they know you're being used

Keeping a secret, the things you do

Like erasing the pain of abuse,

While you and my blood begin to fuse.

 

My eyes get heavy and close slowly

As you expand your peace within

Leaving behind tracks, if you look closely

Memories fade, bringing on a subtle grin,

Goodbye my friend, until we meet again.

  • Author: Simple-Man87 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 26th, 2017 12:29
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • myself and me

    A lot of people turn themselves to this friend, sometimes, this is the only friend they could find to give them relief. It is such a tragedy.

    • Simple-Man87

      I agree. A tragedy indeed. Thank you for reading, I greatly appreciate it.

    • Christina8

      A well written poem! I'm glad you could find that special friend to give you comfort but beware about the misbehaving! Great job on this!

      • Simple-Man87

        Thank you Christina. The compliment is very much appreciated.



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