Stuck in the Middle

The More of You

The More of You

Long majestic hair,

Eyes, lush and blue,

This is my apology poem,

To you.

There are many good traits

Of my dearest friend,

But the best one is the

Way you smile when you laugh

Which often is, as one should be

Because of something terribly

Inappropriate

Or maybe it's the way you

Smirk when you get away with something

That you shouldn't

Because you know more

Than you should

And yet you do it anyway.

But often i find myself drawn

To the way you care about others

In that heart you

Claim is dark and lonely

There lays a spark,

A courage,

A confidence I wish I had

To defend those who can't help themselves

And in that you find

Your own kind of bravery

Which i admire most of all.

My friend, i wish for you to

Know that there is light

In every day

Hope beyond the shadows

Dreams ignited in companionship

which is the lesson that

You taught me in my darkest hours

I hope that shows

That i appreciate more

Than just your exterior beauty

Because after all,

This fleeting life allows for much more

Than arguments over personality.

k.l.c.