My once so called friends
Never turned to strangers
They call me over
To sit with them around this table
We laugh without caring
It was fun, it was daring
Where none of my insecurites
Pushes them away
Wrapped in this euphority
Where everyone stays
He's there at the edge
Looking at me with those eyes
If i fall he said he'll catch
Oh those sweet sweet lies
He's patient and he listens
What a sheer sheer bliss
The stranger I once called
The best of friend of all
She looked at me
And everything was at ease
Our conversation flows
As soft as falling snow
Yet it's the warmth that's there
It's oh so so rare
Everything was great
I feel wanted, i feel safe
With my so call friends
I never want this to end
Then the morning sun arise
Back to reality it guides
Dread cascade like moving stream
Because it was all but a dream
-Mirror 5.3.23
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Unheard - a poem collection
PoetryWriting poems is my escape. I wrote what i see,feel, and taste. Some from experience, Some fictional, Pick out a few from my selection, Now it's a little collection.
