After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In the intensity of its fires,
There come the mellow, mild, St. Martin days
Crowned with the calm of peace, but sad with haze.
So after Love has led us, till he tires
Of his throes, and torments, and desires,
Comes large-eyed Friendship: with a restful gaze.
He beckons us to follow, and across
Cool verdant vales we wander free from care.
Is it a touch of frost lies in the air?
Why are we haunted by a sense of loss?
We do not wish the pain back, or the heat;
And yet, and yet, these days are incomplete.
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
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Friendship is like life.
It goes away,
And comes again.
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I Will Want To Grow Old With You
You can take me on a holiday
but I prefer to sit at home
you can buy me chocolate
You Have Shattered Every Memory Of Us
You have drowned every emotion of us,
Held it underwater until it could no longer breathe
I Will Always Be There For You
I will always be there for you,
I am your little friend.
I will always be in love
I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
