Even if I loose my social friends,1
I will go home and find at least one friend, 2
Weather 'tis be my mother,father, or even my brother. 3
They will come and go just as they please. 4
But i have friends within this house,5
That will never leave, 6
'til we move them 7
they will stay. 8
These friends are books. 9
If not the books, 10
the stories that lay beneath the frail bindings. 11
And if so happens i cannot find a friend in a book, 12
Then i shall never find a friend for life.13
Author notes
One of my early poems, when i felt like the world had abandoned me, but i kept on reading, cause it was my only escape.
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Thank you. I shall keep that in mind ^.^
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if its not your cup of tea its something to fall back on because its a good write...
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Honestly, its not "my cup of tea" either. I was experimenting with language and flow and structure and...stuff?...
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its not my usual cup of tea but you make it flow...its clever...hope to see more of your work..
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