This Is What I Call A Very True Friend

17 Aug

I lay restless in the weight of my stress. Living each day as I have all the rest. With my life a mountain of shamble. Stumbling I fall and feel that I just can not handle. Yet look at me now I am still standing strong coming over each hill that has come between me and my rest in the sun. You hold me up even when I feel myself fall and can not rest not even for my soul for even the best. You keep me strong even when i have given up and run. You keep me riding on a white horse each day riding in the sunset straight into your arms. I keep a smile on my face to help all my beauty and image shine even when I feel I have failed and need to wash my hands clean to free me of this horrible place. You my friend raise the roof for me and help me to grow seeing all reality. You make me free. As free as a bee. You hold me until I am fully complete. You are a true man who cares about me. You are my strength keeping me hanging on tight. Even when I have said I am done and all is through.
You take one last look at the situations ahead and change my mind changing my heart saying stay strong. Helping me to move forward and keep moving ahead. This I must proclaim! This is what I call a very true friend.

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Posted by on August 17, 2011 in Love, Poetry, Uncategorized


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