Poem For A Friend
don't mind the color---he's NOT gay
Your amazing
the look of confusion
the sounds of being lost
ya gotta find yourself
at any cost.
In the darkness of night
your cries are heard
but no actions taken
trying hard to crawl out
but your left at the bottom
you are forsaken.
Murderous intentions on your mind
collect yourself
put the pieces back together
there's much you haven't seen
haven't discovered
let the wind blow
and be the feather
float above the world
feel the freedom
even for a moment
cause you will come back
to the ground where it's cold
where they step on your toes
masses make you cry
lack of freinds
excess of foes.
But I'm there
ears and eyes open
willing to listen
and help in times of need
when you could use a little joy
don't forget this
and don't turn on me
cause I can heal
as well as destroy.
Love ya dude,,,, keep on truckin.
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