When I’m struck, they’d shower their love ;
Which kept me flying like a dove.
Whenever I felt weak ;
Those were the souls I could seek.
When I felt rejection,
I was pushed into dejection
Dropping on war field like ammunition,
Yet they showed me grit and determination ;
She zoned me, but my friends took care like they really owned me ;
My obsession on her grew wild,
I was looking like a mere child ;
I forgot to check on my friends for a while,
Yet they were always there for me when I was fragile ;
I found hard to sleep, memories of my past haunted me,
I reached out to my friends and dropped it all,
From there, they picked up pieces of ailment ;
And I’m loving this moment,
Telling myself everything happened for my betterment.
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Friends indeed are the most precious gift God has given us all. Some have many and some have just one or two.
Beautiful!!