My best friend
wraps his arms around me
he doesn't have the words to say
but that's okay
his ear is the only thing I need today.
My best friend
reads my face like a book
he knows how to hide
the truth we both denied
I clipped his wings, but now he wants to fly.
I can't shake it off
like the way I shake my head
as if somehow that means something
and saves me what I've got.
My best friend
wears his pain on his skin
he disappeared
and now I fear
there'll never be a best friend here.
My Best Friend
wraps His arms around me.
It's okay,
you're here, you're safe
and I'll still be here when you wake.
Hey Frances, Hope you are well, and enjoying your journeys around the globe. Really like this poem, and look forward to more from you. x
ReplyDeleteThank-you Mr Legg, writing a poem today so I'll definitely be writing more and lots inspired by my travels too :) xx
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