now i spend
a lot of time
reminding friends
of this heart of mine
that more than most
i care of hearts more
that the sting of the world
cuts to my core.
that romance is
the language i prefer
and any other words
can only deter.
to see friends suffer
is to see my own end,
because we share our hearts
to our dearest friends,
and my friends are those
who care for one another
i swear i care for you all
soon you will rediscover;
i believed in chance
i believed in longing
i believed she was lonely
i believed she was forgotten
i believed my friends were there
but i know long friendships mean more
but still it's frustrating being victim
of the stories people forever distort.
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