My friend


In a land without beginning, I cannot think about the end.
In a world where I should have been winning, I could only pretend.
I cannot deceive you now and tell you that I have no gift;
I cannot lie to you now and say I have nothing to give.
I have to give you my words, so you can see the real me.
I am love, I am yours; I am more than just a poetic piece.


If Heaven came calling and I was never seen again,
Would I have left a good impression upon this world?
I hope you have been affected by the words that I say,
Because if I am taken or even if I am forsaken,
Then all that would be left to do was leave your mind behind to twirl.


We are all here for a reason and my reason is this;
Born to write, half the time, the rest I spend being in love.
If we cast aside our desires, then would we even have lived?
Love is my passion, it drives me forward and it stops me giving up.


I have said I am nothing, but something I am.
I could claim to tell the truth
And you could claim I am an impostor,
Or I could simply share my thoughts with you.
I could have kept silent, but I chose to stand;
Nothing is given, you must earn it and so that is what I will do.


No dramatics or lies, just blood, sweat and tears.
My books are growing, my words multiplying and I am but a pen.
As each night falls and each sun rises, I am slipping through the years.
But on the last day, on my grave it will say…
He was a poet, a lover and my friend.


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