Rain drizzled unto the streets,
I'm drenched,
It's cold,
I need a warm comforting heat.I walked alone,
As the storm raged on.
Could someone please stride with me?
The night was so scary,
I had no prayer to comfort me you see.I recalled the moment before I was walking here,
I was at a friend's house,
Her shackling laughter,
I could still even hear.She was the other me,
My long lost twin sister.
We shared pain and laughter altogether,
We giggled and cried,
Sometimes we lived to suffer.But that was the beauty of it,
I had someone to share my burdens with,
Equal fits of idiocy and wit,
I had someone to cry on as we fear and quietly sit.Yet now, I walk alone,
Under the rain,
Chilling my hands up to the tip of my bone.
It's such a nice feeling to have a buddy beside,
You could follow the rules together or you'll skew away and hide.You could teach each other your own sentiments of life,
Recalling all tears shed and all streaks of strife.
You have a soul to lean on when no one else is there,
She would always listen to you,
Life's sometimes fair.As I continue to walk under the rain's reign,
I quiver by the new sensation of warmth all over me.
No drips of rain fell to my head,
No cold predicaments of water had lovingly shed.I looked up and all I could see is black,
I decided to lay still and turn my head to watch my back.
I saw her gripping the umbrella's base with her long slender fingers,
She hadn't left me all alone to be out on the cold street to linger.A friend like her isn't always a sight you see,
She's a unique gem,
A rare fish in the sea.
She had my back when all I had was myself,
She cared for me from afar,
She treasured me more than herself.I think gems like her should be kept,
Loved and cherished,
Never unkempt.She walked beside me as we were sheltered from the rain,
She had always kept me away from pain.I vow to grow up with her until time would end,
This is my promise no one could ever bend.The rain reigned on,
I was greatly scared,
But behind my back I knew,
There's someone that has always cared.I will never find a friend like her,
Who'll stick with me,
As we altogether suffer.
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PoesíaIt was then she said: "Words fed, scathed, brought my soul together; and it would be preposterous if I'd get to feel all these sensations alone, so I am giving you a part of my suffering, a fragment of my universe, a debris of myself. Through these...