Friend

When the day turns to that darker shade of grey,

Your words I can trust, a feeling mutual to us.

To make my sun shine through those wall clouds,

Resting mind, heart and soul, we both know.

When together, true character can be widely seen.

Nevertheless how many eyes gander, fun is all they see.

Wreak havoc; challenge the world, our sides connected.

Get in trouble; never tell anyone, memories locked away.

Fighting, arguing, and dispute all kindle the flames.

Our bond built on more than joy, happiness, and laughter.

A card that refuses to go missing of each other’s deck,

not after the hell and magic its been dealt through.

Reviews

[Em]

This is lovely.

[OceanTropic]

It's a very sweet poem, although to be honest i'm not sure where you were trying to go with it.

It was well written, but with the line...

Fighting, arguing, and dispute all kindle the flames.

...I somehow got the idea of a romantic interest. I know this isn't the case, you are writing about a friend, but I feel like the mention of "flames" always reminds me of lovers. "Old flame" kind of connotations.

Either way, it was well written. I liked the deck of cards metaphor and how you played with it.