An Inked Heart (Poetries)

A friend can mend

I was crying by then,
No one standing beside me,even when!
Loneliness was eating up my brain,
Each and every second making me insane

A hand that came as light,
Punching the darkness, making my day bright.
Those hands perfectly got my back.
Keeping me straight even when I had no track!

That person said,"I'm here, not because you cry,
But I'm here to be the person seeing whom, your tears go dry."
It was now the happiness colonizing my brain.
With that person, Yes! I do become insane.

People say that,"bad times, time will mend."
But how can it be,without a FRIEND?