She I Call FriendA Poem by Samantha M. TusspotI love our friendship because it is all we can ever have. I know that now.
She I called my closest
The dearest and the most Is changing with the weather now Before seasons may pass I can't keep up, I cannot love (to love her is a self-inflicted wound.) She I call my friend Is a comfort and a madness I can't keep up, I will not love Riding these waves is all can be done. © 2010 Samantha M. Tusspot |
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Added on September 10, 2010 Last Updated on September 10, 2010 AuthorSamantha M. TusspotThe Seventh Layer of Hell, MEAboutI'm probably the strangest, most uninteresting person you'll ever meet. But I want to save your life. more..Writing
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