Theresa Flint

A friend is someone
who see though out
One whom understands
what your talking about
...

Again he returns
revealed in the dark
She lays awake, restless
realizing his mark
...

I feel so alone
now that your gone
I don't want to forget
I'm afraid to move on
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I felt almost everything
there is to feel
There is only one
that I can't reveal
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The autumn winds
flow through her hair
as she begins to remember
what use to be there
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The lake is a place
I take hopes and dreams
the tide brings back
all that belongs to me
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Again to the paper
my only true friend
able to open my soul
with my favorite black pen
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