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I saw a Friend in You

Hey, folks

So, digging through the insane treasure hidden from the world, I found the first ever poem I wrote.
Well not technically the first but one which I wrote for a friend.

In this maze of life, we find ourselves alone and we feel that we have no one, no one who understands or cares for us but then we find that special someone who knows, who knows all our secrets, who knows all our grins and whims and sorrows and pain and that person is YOU.

We are our own best friends :)

So, yup, no one is going to save you if you can't save yourself  :)





People come and go
Some stay and let us know
What it feels like to be with you
They pull the string
Play a song, dance and sing
Make you believe that your fairy tale is true
And that is when I knew 
I saw a friend in you

Scared what the world thinks of you
Refused to fly and be true
They told you not to worry
Flap your wings and reach for glory
And that is when I knew 
I saw a friend in you

Got to know what the world was like
With them by your side, laughed and cried
Lived every emotion 
All was done out of proportion
And that is when I knew 
I saw a friend in you

But soon it all became pale
Realized there is no such thing as a fairy tale
They found something else hard to resist
Even knowing that it would make you upset
They were gone in a flash of seconds
Crushing the heart that cared for them the most
But still believed
I saw a friend in you

Those who gave me strength 
Have lost it themselves
Chasing the things that are not for their best
Hope they find the way back soon and realize
I saw a friend in you



Dated - 15-04-2013
Time - 23: 50

(Because that is how I wrote it in my "Dear Diary" 😄)

Comments

  1. AishwariyB17 June 2020 at 06:25

    Goosebumps in the last last lines..
    Its Beautiful..

    ReplyDelete

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