A Poem For A Dear Friend - Poem by Kim Cresswell
The prettiest things blossom from the hardest of places,
Like the longing of love from heartbroken faces,
That ache in your chest that never subsides,
Those tears in which stream from your reddened eyes.
It was hard at first to even get noticed,
Your heart warned with the bitterest protest,
But your view was set and you followed your mind,
Hoping that your destinies were entwined.
Sure it goes well for the first few weeks,
But soon enough your love will peak,
Restless nights and untrustworthy notions,
And so begin the unforgiving emotions.
Remember when he used to hold your hand?
And run his fingers through your hair while lying in sand?
Those contented moments you'll cherish for life,
Even if they cut your heart like a surgical knife.
You lie in bed for days on end,
Hoping, praying its all pretend,
Like games you used to play as a child,
Back then it was fine, you laughed, you smiled.
You remember the days when things were easy,
“Easy peasy lemon squeesey”,
Right now you cry and lay awake at night,
Staring out at your city full of light.
I assure you now as a life long friend,
That this bitter heartache will, one day, end,
Hold your head high and remember to be brave,
For the heart doesn't have to be enslaved.
Love can be as tragic as you allow it to be,
But one day someone will go down on one knee,
They'll propose to you and give you their heart,
And for then and forever, you'll never be apart.
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