To all those people,
whose whispers ran post my solen ears.
To all those voices
which deafly fell.
To the memorys of past ignited,
I bid you well and well again.
For words of spoken past submit
Into desires of prerequisit.
A fire of depths consumes my wrath.
For why, oh why.
Do our memorys pass?
Whose days are numbered more than mine,
Whose friends are chosen few.
Whose roads are swalled by a storm,
And broken into two.
I've lost much more than I have gained,
My heart withered still.
Worn, tattered, beaten harsh.
From days I have grown sore.
But you, my friend, my happiness.
Will forever be much more.
I'll never lose my faith in thee.
My neverending trust.
That you and I together will...
Make the memorys of love.
A friendship bond to never be,
Diminished by the rest.
We will forever strive and see
Our love is but the best.
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Submission Name: Friendship
