Saturday, July 2, 2011


Poetic Bloomings Prompt 10- a friend and their influence

A Friend in Me

It's lonely when you're young
and there's no one there to play.
Just a silent room, a toy or two
and one tiny untapped brain.
So in the solitude of boredom
and the crease of serene peace
I met a dear and loyal friend
that no one else could see.
She followed me around
and giggled at my jokes.
She always agreed to play
the games I enjoyed the most.
Conversations were delightful,
her sacarsm mirrored mine;
It was sometimes as if we shared
exactly the same mind.
So when the others taunted me
for the company I kept,
I simply shrugged and carried on
with my transparent friend.

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