Friend
#3 of Poems
Well, I had the urge to make this. I have no idea what it's supposed to mean, but I made it anyways. Hope you enjoy!
These times are hard, yes they are
The sun seems to set so far for such a close bright star
Never has a day been so bizarre for my fragile heart
I go into my car to find my broken parts and try find a new start
Some nights are cold, as I was once told
The moon looks so old for something I thought of as bold
Never has a night felt so right after I threw out the coal
So I got out a birthday gift to see if it can lift me out of my drift
I always would find myself glancing at my reflection
Wishing I had at least made a decision stop the fission
Forever now it seems to fold the fabric of my clothes
Now I go into the hotel room,
Hoping I might see you soon
At times I find myself glancing out my window
Catching rain drops with my mind wondering, "How?"
Sometimes I find myself closing my eyes to be in the dark
Thinking of your clouds you once saw out there in our walks
So now I walk into your car to drive you home
To drive you home in your car
You don't know how good to feel the fire of someone close again
I hope you don't leave me my dear friend