The void of a missing friend.

Old man with a mind full of words,
I see how much you hurt.
No forgotten thing,
You remember every fling.
In your black and white life,
Always remembering the run away wife.
you knock at my door,
Stand at my shore,
Hesitant,
And needing more.

So i stop, and i listen,
As you have before.
i smile and laugh,
As i lean on my door.
And you tell me secrets,
That should never be told,
Of forgotten nights,
That will never grow old.

Old man that stands at my door,
That stood in my house,
That fell on my floor.
I’ll listen, i’ll be the void,
On the days when you
Feel truly annoyed.
When you need you best friend,
Who has moved to the ends.
I’ll be your friend.

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blossom666

Welcome to my blog! Here you will find different forms of creative writing, lots of swearing, erotic poetry, random thoughts, beautiful imagery, but most of all you will find a version of truth. My truth, this is the way that I see the world. However, all of my work is a form of creative writing, a combination of truth and fiction. I write to express my creativity, not my needs!

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