You are a great friend,
Mi Aŕmour.
A friend i've saved wishes for.
But what must be said, must be said that you can't fathom my grief and the weight of unsaid.
You drew over the mountains of stillness of mine
and felt the breeze of all my trades yet my grief is something you finger point and critize.
Telling that i over dramatize.
Not in words but your actions tell
and i hold every reason for this friendship to befell.
Yet i cling,
i cling,
i cling to belief that this grief must not be shared as it will be ridiculed in paper or with friends.
“So be it!” i exclaim as my pen drops.
Sep 20, 2025
Sep 20, 2025 at 8:02 AM UTC
You are a great friend,
Mi Aŕmour.
A friend i've saved wishes for.
But what must be said, must be said that you can't fathom my grief and the weight of unsaid.
You drew over the mountains of stillness of mine
and felt the breeze of all my trades yet my grief is something you finger point and critize.
Telling that i over dramatize.
Not in words but your actions tell
and i hold every reason for this friendship to befell.
Yet i cling,
i cling,
i cling to belief that this grief must not be shared as it will be ridiculed in paper or with friends.
“So be it!” i exclaim as my pen drops.