Nocturnal Poet Poet ABC

The Friend Who Cared

There was a friend who was so special,
Who wiped my tears,
And held my hand.
When others turned the other way,
 there was no beginning ,just an end.
She was the one whom I turned to,
Whom I called a friend.
She laughed at me,
She smiled at me,
And felt it was her duty.
To remind one of her worth,
And all my inner beauty as such.
When the eyes of others could only dwell,
Upon my exposed outer shell.
They saw the girl with trepidation,
Seeing this girl they turned there faces.
But she was there to whisper, when they didn’t care. 
She held my secrets in her heart,
That people like me could share with her.
Now time has eased me form an phase,
But she was the one who knew my grace.
And like a true friend once she advised me to take care and to never leave her and go.
And after that I made a commitment that;
I LL ALWAYS FOLLOW THE WORDS OF MY TRUE FRIEND.

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Johnny Rhinem November 15, 2013 at 3:34 PM .... ~ As After They Departed And I Watched Them Walk Away Holding Hands As Both The Mother And Grandmother Were Bigger As Full Figured Women ~ My Heart Was Stirred Deeply Both Amid Compassion As Love ~ I Bled These Regrets From My Sorrowed Past And I Knew, In Part, Why I Write `Some Of The Words That I Do Today.... So Thank You, For Writing Such A Stirring As Beautiful Poem ~ Smile, Bottom Line In The End, `It's All About Love.` * Love Always, John

Johnny Rhinem November 15, 2013 at 3:27 PM Your Precious Heart Brought A Visit In Misty Skies Unto These Eyes ~ I Was Thinking Back To Yesterday Upon His Transit A Mother And Her Daughter With Her Two Tiny Blonde Haired And Blue Eye'd Daughters ~ When They Got Off They Had An Empty Cart Perhaps To Buy Groceries Or Something ? Afore This The Baby Of The Two Began Crying About Something On The Bus And Grandmother Picked Her Up And She Threw Her Little Arms Around Her Neck And Buried Her Head Into Her Shoulder ~ ....Cont}

Brian Cosgrove November 11, 2013 at 6:57 PM Hi Mahitma Good poetry is heart felt never be afraid to listen to your heart you were a soul protected Life is good Bless you Brian

Kenisha Shines October 25, 2013 at 5:17 AM very sweet and you have a wonderful friend.hope you be good friends for forever.

Litan Dey October 24, 2013 at 12:35 PM Wow! Sweet and strong friendship.I have little jealous with your care and friendship....This is so good dear.Only true heart can thought and write like that.well done

Poet Destroyer A October 24, 2013 at 9:32 AM Hello, Mahima A very awesome friend she is. such an uplifting poem, you did well on painting the beauty from her heart... xox. always Linda From TEXAS :)