The sweet sent of cinnamon
Slowly creeps into the air
As I look up and see new eyes
Maybe a new friend if I dare
So much hope I now hold
And wonder if you care
He smiles at me
So far we池e doing well
As I hide deep in my shell
Too many times I致e cared
Then pushed away into hell
But still I値l try
I値l reach out my hand
And we値l walk together
On the soft cool white sand
We値l share our thoughts
We値l walk the same land
I値l stager along with you
Even as the storm blows in
Even as I cry my tears
No one will ever win
I値l wash away
My every terrible sin
But until that day
We値l sit and smile
We値l get to know each other
At least for a little while
Author notes
yeah so i haven't posted anything in a long time and a very awesome new friend made me think about writting. i hope he knows who he is and everyone please tell me what you think.
well
Comments
-
WOW, I love how I can easily relate to this poem. Making friends and opening up to people can be hard when so many have left you behind, or like you and me how we moved away countless times from all our friends, it can make it hard for us to open up and make friends, but in this poem you took the brighter road and it made you a better person and a loyal friend, i love how in the poem how you would go through anything, even a violant storm to stay friends, so to speak, with the person, and at the end you describe how you can just enjoy being friends untill the storm comes. I LOVE THAT. I love the simplicity and message. I wish I wrote simpler, everything I write seems to be complex , wrapped in elusive and often esoteric metaphors. I guess thats because Im a complex person, but I envy your simplicity, I would love to see more of this in the future. KEEP WRITING MY FRIEND
-
-
well my dear friend the thing i love about is how complex and deep you are, you always have me guessing. but i'm complex too, as you'll find out but i don't express myself anymore. which is dumb of me.
-
Adding your comment:
