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My friend reminds me of summer He smells of fresh cut grass And clean air A mosaic Blue sky and clouds Wildflower meadows Cold running streams He is warm and musical Kind and funny But his eyes are sometimes sad He has the biggest heart And tries and strives to be and do So much for so many He often forgets to account for himself I think there is a hole Deep inside His heart seeks to fill And somedays he is lonely Even when he is not alone He gives the best hugs and tells the best jokes He is patient when I am an idiot Which sometimes is a lot He is kind when I am afraid Which happens more Than I like to admit He is just as mortal and vulnerable As anyone else He doesn’t hide from it It becomes his strength He stands boldly In the face of harsh challenges alone Like a superhero or maybe a myth Few men have the will to try It’s funny to watch The people scurry by him As if He is untouchable and unknowable Titles can be a cruel endowment For people with good hearts All I see When I look at him Creative passionate soul Big hearted Knucklehead Little boy Emperor king A man of complex nature A man of contrasts Light and dark and rainbow prisms Soul and funk and jazz A perfectly unique recipe For a man My friend
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Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 4:53 PM UTC
My Friend
My friend reminds me of summer He smells of fresh cut grass And clean air A mosaic Blue sky and clouds Wildflower meadows Cold running streams He is warm and musical Kind and funny But his eyes are sometimes sad He has the biggest heart And tries and strives to be and do So much for so many He often forgets to account for himself I think there is a hole Deep inside His heart seeks to fill And somedays he is lonely Even when he is not alone He gives the best hugs and tells the best jokes He is patient when I am an idiot Which sometimes is a lot He is kind when I am afraid Which happens more Than I like to admit He is just as mortal and vulnerable As anyone else He doesn’t hide from it It becomes his strength He stands boldly In the face of harsh challenges alone Like a superhero or maybe a myth Few men have the will to try It’s funny to watch The people scurry by him As if He is untouchable and unknowable Titles can be a cruel endowment For people with good hearts All I see When I look at him Creative passionate soul Big hearted Knucklehead Little boy Emperor king A man of complex nature A man of contrasts Light and dark and rainbow prisms Soul and funk and jazz A perfectly unique recipe For a man My friend
#trasngressive#freeverse#friendship
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BlueDreams
46/F/USA
Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 4:53 PM UTC
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