• And yet friends are all we will ever be…

    by  • October 7, 2010 • Friends, Love - Pure and Simple, Waxing Poetic, Yearning for You • 1 Comment

    Tightly woven to my lips,
    your name.
    In pleasure or in pain.
    Worn like an old wool sweater,
    the knowledge that together
    we’re better
    than apart.
    Sewn like a button to a coat,
    your hope.
    Keeping me comfortably closed
    when the sun doesn’t show
    and the cold swirls.
    The warmth tucked inside my skin,
    hands holding mine when the snow begins
    to fall.
    Your eyes teach mine to see.
    Warmth so close,
    who else knows what you know
    about me?

    One Response to And yet friends are all we will ever be…

    1. Mockingjay
      October 7, 2010 at 9:07 am

      Wow… awesome poem. And I think so many people can identify with it too: That one love that got away that was your best friend or perhaps even a love that was denied. “Your eyes teach mine to see.” Great line.

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