My face, tear-stained
My heart, filled with dread
My dreams, up on a dusty shelf that
I have neglected to clean
But what does it all mean?
It means that I am broken,
Waiting to be fixed as
I write on this page.
This page on which I write
My innermost thoughts,
That hold the very keys to my soul.
September 10th, 2015.
Yeah, I remember it well.
Very well, every single detail.
We reunited that day...
We laughed, we talked,
We even learned about each other
On that very day...
But we also cried.
I cried for him,
He cried for me,
We cried together,
For there is a bond that
We posess that is like none other...
Friendship.
