Friendship is a thing soft as silk,
but can break as soon as ilk.
You have to take it like with filk,
taking caution the cow i milk.
And i take the path un-taken,
to my very core i am shaken.
Walking alone all the time alone,
like the words spoken by a crone.
But the lights of a friend have shown,
that not every friendship is a loan.
Not al friends will have to bone,
or even send pictures over phone.
When you step on a glass and moan,
they will be there to set a tone.
Taking care of wounds that are ours,
we take care of together with powers.
Unlike them we are not cowards,
and our friendship like stone, towers.
Can you take their proof from flowers?
and i can see your prowess.
A warming chocolate on birthday days,
i find nicer than wearing lace.
Carrying me breakfast on some trays,
instead of spitting in my face.
Have i fallen for your tricks in grays?
What is this feeling of deep space?
I wrap myself in a blanket ire,
like a tortilla in an ovens fire.
©emilylewis
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