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.
Friends indeed are the most precious gift God has given us all. Some have many and some have just one or two.
Beautiful!!