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Innocent Friendship

When the days are dark And the nights are cold Feeling your intangible presence Keeps me going Staring at the mirror My broken soul Reunites its pieces Becoming a whole Even when you are not near You support me thoroughly I feel you care Our friendship is lovely We could never be Since our lives are so different But I am happy Knowing we are not committed Our love is ironic If that is the word Trying to describe us We have no need for But me--you and I We see through the glass Of which no one else notices They don’t see the other half I love you for you You love me for me But honestly, I ask my self Then why can’t we be You must understand to love You must learn to trust One without the other Disaster will be a must But we don’t have that problem Our friendship is so easy Or maybe I only see it… Superficially With or without you I will make life a joy But knowing that I have you I can avoid unnecessary turmoil I know you don’t want to trust But I want to love I know I don’t want to care But still you remain here I am so happy that I found you You brighten my day Even if it’s not cloudy or rainy I want you to stay Copyright October 25 2009, Moniquea Brown

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Date: 4/10/2016 1:36:00 AM
Moniquea Brown, you've expressed yourself well, I enjoyed your poem. **LINDA**
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Date: 11/20/2009 5:12:00 PM
nice tribute verse to a dear son. Light & Love
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Date: 11/18/2009 3:20:00 AM
wonderful poem, very moving...i enjoyed reading. love and light be with you
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Date: 11/18/2009 3:11:00 AM
What a wonderful poem hi-lighting the friendship with your stepson. Step children can be a tricky course to maneuver but if you have become good friends the battle has been won. A. W. Nutter www.freewebs.com/abcedit
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