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Friends

Friends, something limited I have, like going to the beach and playing in the sand.

It hard to get to because its so far away, and some times you don't get there in one day.

But when I'm with a girl it takes a month, to build up the courage to ask her to lunch.

I cant show her the side that every one knows, so I contain the truth inside me and stay composed.

But if it works, I become my self over time, I cant hold back what is really mine.

Im not really funny, nor can I say a line.

To make you bleave that every thing will be fine.

I cant make you smile, because I'm not that smooth.

But if I do, ill probably make a fool out of you.

Also I'm not that pretty, not an Abercrombie model.

But that kid from New Hampshire, who plays grand theft auto.

every one wants to know who I hook up with, but there isn't a name; just the friend I F***ed up with.

So when people ask this I decide to deny it, for less friends I might end up with.

Or I will be made fun of, because its not the status quo.

I try not to follow it, blend in or be known.

But it just so happens that I get more in focus.

By this time I don't want to be seen or be noticed.

Just so the vigilance is not brought upon the one who's the coldest.

And I don't mean cold as in heat, but one who is colder than a witches teat.

By this time in the year its to late too make new friends, but I do have mark, wallcuo, and ben

Three is a lot less than the number of friends you have, but the number I need to still make me sad.

and if you added them up a big number they will be, for nasa use it to calculate there trajectory.

This rocket was not going to venus or mars, but to the closest stars.

Ive decided to release what has been woven inside, a medal exterior with no holes so it cant strive.

To be honest I'm the brave one to say what I feel, you wont do the same, to much pain, you cant heal.

I know, its the reputation that you really do care, but get passed that and maybe you'll care.

Every one has there friend group, but not me; I'm just the floater who every lets be.

Maybe one day I will find that group that I will respect: eventually having a wife, and a son that I will never regret.

From this group true friend will arise, but will crumble down when my wife and son die.

I must first struggle through these hard times, but not at the cost of other peoples time.

But if I could really wright what I think every day, I would not be able tell what I have to say.

For it will be told another day, for tomorrow is still not the day.

I will end this with one last line, which should make everything fine.

Don't tell someone that there decision was bad, but accept them for what they chose.

Because even tho is easy to rebuild from the ashes, every one prefers a big red rose.


By Christian Brenner

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