(Jan.10 1985 / Martin, Kentucky)

Behind The Tide

My friend do not leave me...
As if my pleading,
could brush your tears aside.
The Pain will be cold,
and bitter like a December's wind...
but your smile and laughter can survive...
and bring the joy back to life...
You are my branch when I need something to grab onto..
and you are my shoulder when I have to cry the pain aside.
So don’t ever forget that you’re needed...
and remember that the tide may indeed rise...
we'll still have our bond to keep us alive.

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Like this poem? I hate it. but I miss that feeling. To care about someone in such a dramatic way....: : : sings a song the joys of friendship: : : Luckily, I have since learned to stand on my own two feet... (-see The Tide, and previous I don't want to see you hurt poems)