Friends are strings that hold you up
Not rocks but mountains high
The ones that fills your half full cup
A stubborn skyscraper piercing the sky
The hands that I reach out for with a grip
The hearts I tend to and strip
No more walls, just us
as friends
Catching tears in hands
a trust fall in crowded arms
Ones that pushes away plans
no red flags or setting off alarms
The hands that I reach out for with a grip
The hearts I tend to and strip
No more walls, just us
as friends
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The Atrium
PoetryAs the river of life flows right through, collecting at the delta towards the Atrium of my soul
