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Lyda M Sourne Aug 2020
I thought I'd lost you
To harsh words and lies

Each day was a mess
With no one to talk to
No shoulder for my head to rest

We pass each other by
Wondering when our war would end

Not a war of fire
But of cold, cold ice

You smiled at me one day
And I smiled back

It was a start
For today

Where we finally talked
And you didn't hate me

And my fears
Were your fears
And we had thought our friendship was gone

But it had ended
The wall between us

I could finally hold your hand and say,
"It was terrible being at war with you."

And you replied likewise
I talked with my friend for the first time today after a year. I thought she hated me and she thought the same. But in the end, it seems that friendship can still sail through the storm. There is still things that needs ironing out, but I hope we keep what we had lost and now found again
Caelynn Regester Feb 2019
For as long as I can remember
You've been by my side
I helped raise you when we were young
And you raised me in turn.

Through thick and thin,
Through fire and flames,
You've always been there for me
We've always had each other.

But when I went to wake you up,
your body was cold and stiff
i wish it was a dream

i picked you up and held you close, and cried,
and cried,
and my friend, i have not stopped crying since

farewell my friend,
i wish for us to meet again
I grew up alongside my cat Halo, who died this morning. This poem is dedicated to her.
Celeste Oct 2015
Power can change everything                                                       ­   
A man I once knew
Cared about being true
He had his heart broken                                          
  No liable way of coping                                                      
obse­ssed with winning                                              
  Always grinning                                                         ­                           
No one knew his pain
Hiding away his shame                                                            ­        
People loved him                                                      
scared of judging                                                          ­      
Changed his ways                                                             ­               
  for a glimpse of fame                                                            
­ doing anything to feel again                                        
He gave into the earthly way                                      
But one day he will know                                                        
After all the power
How he will feel at his last hour          
Stooping so low                                                        
The journey is the best part                                                             ­ 
Be proud of how you got there                                                          
End the way you start
My inspiration came from a close friend.

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