picking me up when I fall
listening to my sad stories when I had it all
finding ways to make me smile
so i am happy even though for a while
he was like a whirlwind
always trailing behind
once a best friend,
is now gone to a silent land
my care for him, untainted as a relation,
slapped away like an unfaithful
hand that scratches against the barrier
between truth and alluded pain.
darkened lashes,
intense eyes
broken laughter,
twitched feelings,
sorrowed breathing,
with hold emotion,
I force a smile
inside my Soul,
I am worn and have tried
the tale of a soul,
who’s gone away,
with no more control,
everything has fallen grey
things are not the same, you’d say
but has the faith actually lost its way?
there’s no chance at all
we all are trapped by a singular fate
but heaven knows I tried
and hope can never die
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