Some friends are good,
when others
are not.
Some friends are fun,
when there is
far to little.
Some friends are stupid,
when there is
much to think about.
But the best friends
have been wounded.
They have felt all the feels
and have been dealt all the deals.
Those are the ones
that can see humor
and beauty
where others see nothing.
Those are the ones with scars.
Some they regret, others they don't.
Because each is a lesson,
that needed to be taught,
Those are the ones
you look at and think,
"Well they are so strong
they could stand through anything."
Those are the ones
that in their hearts are afraid,
that still have nightmares
in waking hours and sleepy dazes.
Those are the ones
that still manage to walk,
that still manage to look,
that still manage to smile.
Those are the ones
who have gone through so much
that no one can tell them
the pain is not real.
Those are the ones
who will listen
and speak
with quiet voices and loud minds.
Those are the ones
that are the most beautiful.
Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 4:07 PM UTC
Some friends are good,
when others
are not.
Some friends are fun,
when there is
far to little.
Some friends are stupid,
when there is
much to think about.
But the best friends
have been wounded.
They have felt all the feels
and have been dealt all the deals.
Those are the ones
that can see humor
and beauty
where others see nothing.
Those are the ones with scars.
Some they regret, others they don't.
Because each is a lesson,
that needed to be taught,
Those are the ones
you look at and think,
"Well they are so strong
they could stand through anything."
Those are the ones
that in their hearts are afraid,
that still have nightmares
in waking hours and sleepy dazes.
Those are the ones
that still manage to walk,
that still manage to look,
that still manage to smile.
Those are the ones
who have gone through so much
that no one can tell them
the pain is not real.
Those are the ones
who will listen
and speak
with quiet voices and loud minds.
Those are the ones
that are the most beautiful.
