Dear friend,
I feel the cure of your medicine when you are beside me not doing anything, or speaking of shameful truths, or tracing almost-forgotten memories, or talking about your recent dreams.
I feel the cure of your medicine when you hold my cold hand into your warm ones, when you lay your head on my shoulder, when you're hurting but your eyes still, for me, hopefully gleam.
I feel the cure of your medicine as time ticks on and we're ready to go home, and it's raining and you're holding onto my arm because you're afraid to fall; and for the world appreciates the one friendship we built over lost ones, it lets tonight the stars to beam.
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A/n: special update!! I know its way past National Best Friends Day but Happy National Best Friends Day!
[10/06/17]
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Once Upon A Lone Heart | ✔
PoetryIt's you. It's always you. But it never should have been. --- [A collection of thoughts I thought were good when I first thought of them.] [12/07/18 rank - #480/528 in prose] [17/07/18 rank - #203/556 in prose]
