My Friend
by LateNiteFantasy©
The air was squat and thick as we spoke with cloudy voices by the edge
No one can say what it truly takes to meet a person as they really are
Chains of trust truly tender, tight and taut,
Through tongue truths I met you then on that ledge.
Secrets surely tattoo my body through your billowy blue eyes
Those things timely spoke upon. fears, faux and pride.
Beyond the markings lies a soul, seen slipping slightly from sight
Passion smolders quietly amongst the embers there, hissing another’s cries.
If a similar voice fails to sound when you wish it
Delay your disappointment, drown that disembodiment,
Like a rickety furnace in an outback house, I burn slow. But never cool.
Once ablaze that’s when there’s a need to know someone was there to see fit
To make something of me, that can be left to offer up.
The marks on you said anything, could be read.
I left it blank then but ill say this to you now as my quill
If you could have said anything to me then
It would be that you were my friend.
