Laughter fills the room,
Though we do not speak,
This must be the third time,
That has happened this week.
We often find ourselves just,
Laughing at the faces we pull,
And we often find humour in,
Words we haven't spoken at all.
That is not to say however,
That you are not supportive,
We both know how much love,
And help your are willing to give.
You have been my best friend
For about a year and half now,
And I could try to live without you,
But I'm not sure that I know how.
You've been my main supporter,
Since the very first day,
And I know how cheesy this poem is,
But I bet you'll love it anyway
g.c.g
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The blossom of a poet
कविताWords fall softly like the petals from a blossom tree, drifting slowly onto the paper, creating poetry like the spring, beautiful and light, but just like the seasons, the poetry changes, the autumn comes and the words become heavy, falling quickly...
