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500 · Aug 2014
My friend.
Joshua McLaren Aug 2014
We met with total innocence
Not an action between us begging repentance

I didn't know emotionally we'd grow and delve
I mean after all we were only 12

We first exchanged names and spoke of her body
This was all in the times when your girl was "Shawty"

I did not speak for months at a time
And then ran right back as if all was fine

But deep in that girl was a burning fire
Not innocent or naive she had a woman's desire

When we first truly touched there was nothing amiss
I first felt her lips with that slow gentle kiss

I knew in that moment that she'd touched me deep
This could be the first girl to know the way I used to weep

Fastforward a year and it looked like we'd never mend
That girl wouldn't give up and I just wanted it all to end

A deep dark place held me so very tight
A large black shadow blocked out all of Earth's light

And that shadow stays
So I've found a method to be happy without the Earth's rays

I've found sunlight elsewhere in that same girl
I'm still begging every day to get one more whirl

So I'll wait and I'll wait for her wall's gates to divide
And I'll keep myself right here by her side

I know not what comes tomorrow, or tonight, or in the end
All I know for sure is I'm in love with my best friend.
200 · Oct 2014
Alone
Joshua McLaren Oct 2014
What does it mean to be alone?
It's not always simply "On your own."

What does it mean to be one against all?
To have not one set of arms in which you could fall.

If you set me down on a dark night in June
In the woods so thick I could not see the moon

Well I would not sit and wait, nor get up and walk
I'd listen to the wind and I'd just let it talk

Like a ship cast out into a stormy sea
You'd find not one person asked to help me

Can you imagine a morning without another man's chime?
Can you imagine a rich man with not one single dime?

I surely can't and so I try not
So once more alone into the abyss I trot

You think this poem is scattered and unknowing
But I promise within a plot is growing

Now think as if you were alone in the dark
And you heard a wolf yip and bark

Who's arms do you imagine holding you tight?
Who's warm, soft whisper could save you that night?

If someone is painted in your head I do swear
You are not alone, for it is them that is there.

— The End —