There was a time when my best friend and I- just couldn't seem to see eye to eye. We chose our paths as separate as they were... but when we are together all of that.... what is it worth... So here is another poem I wrote long, long. long ago- to my best friend. It did not have a title.. but now I will create one.
Latitia
Old and good friends share a piece of passion, pain and pleasure that no one else, not even family can begin to know or treasure.
It's as if a secret room- held their private store
And every time they met they escaped through a secret door.
It doesn't matter if they speak each day or if years and years go by before they have much to say.
The moment that they meet it is like magic happens
It's all there- the moments, the tears, likes and the shared fears
The memories of the fiercest loyalty and the responsibility to be there in times of need
The gratitude in having a true friend indeed.
My ode to you and me
Latitia
Old and good friends share a piece of passion, pain and pleasure that no one else, not even family can begin to know or treasure.
It's as if a secret room- held their private store
And every time they met they escaped through a secret door.
It doesn't matter if they speak each day or if years and years go by before they have much to say.
The moment that they meet it is like magic happens
It's all there- the moments, the tears, likes and the shared fears
The memories of the fiercest loyalty and the responsibility to be there in times of need
The gratitude in having a true friend indeed.
My ode to you and me
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