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Your Strong Arms

My world is made of shattered faces
and the reflected images of you.
Where trust once lay only you remain
and distance grows ever more unreachable
between me and those I would call friend.
My support so quickly come to me
I'll reach out when I still lose my mind
The hands that once caught me are much changed
and yours are stronger than they ever were.
So while I have no strong base for rest
I shall lean my head upon your shoulder
and wanly smile to past helping hands
who point their fingers and say naught.
This is no time for me to weep
I'm in this new world I have found
Where everyone is merged in you with smiles
and all I need is that one mind and soul.
Comfort dwells in images of you alone
where the words thrown to me seem empty
of uplifting thoughts lest they fall
from your lips alone, and this is my falling.
One pair of strong arms will still suffice
but to bear me up I need your help and theirs.
My tears are naught but aching drops of nothing
meaningless sorrows of an unrelenting fool
but in your arms I feel complete and they
are real enough to invoke a kiss.

Author notes

Don't even ask, random flow of feelings and thoughts...note to timmy if it looks like you come across badly here you're reading it all wrong lol!love you, you are my only support I feel at the moment, other people don't seem to help me anymore.

To my friends, this is not intended to be in any way blaming/bitchy its just the place i am in emotionally right now
Written August 18th, 2005

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  • Remnant
    February 14
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    Nice write, I nearly cried reading it
    Thank you


  • ayten
    August 19, 2005
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    Well it is random. One doesnot need many people in his life who are part time but one who is always there is all one needs. Now i'm being random. The poem does give you something to think about.