Andy Basore

Rookie - 3 Points (10-14-1992 / In a barn =O)

My Hand, My Friend - Poem by Andy Basore

You know, I may be smiling
I know you're drowning
In the flood of
surreal materialism.

You seem so stoic,
for being taken up,
so quick
But I can't live with myself
if you don't come back.

So please,
I beg you,
take my hand,
my friend,
and let us remain the same.

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  • (4/16/2008 6:37:00 PM)

    This sounds like it could be a song. Simple, yet sweet. You have a real knack for writing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 12, 2008

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