KeeperA Poem by Poetic Justicewe all need friends like this..You washed me down With a sentiment of noun Spoke gently in intimate With weight without hate Brushed through my hair Untangling the despair So rare to care You oiled me like a violin Smoothed my skin of chagrin With the strings of your bow You played to the flow A tune, a symphony of silence A dance without pretence Took me into the safety of you Spoke of beginnings anew Never stepping over the line In truth divine you made me mine Again I thank you deeper More than you could comprehend You’re a keeper The definition of a real friend © 2012 Poetic Justice |
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2 Reviews Added on November 22, 2012 Last Updated on November 22, 2012 AuthorPoetic JusticeAboutI haven't been around much lately. Seems life has been getting in the way. yada yada baa baa.. No one ever reads this bit..I could put something witty or trite, even a quote from someone dead .. more..Writing
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