not band- aids
friends are not band-aids.
they are healers.
they mend a broken heart,
and a soul.
friends do rub your shoulders,
when you need warmth
and nice hands.
friends are not band-aids,
they are a sanctuary.
when your soul
got lost.
they will find you.
at whatever cost,
friends are not band-aids,
they are our lungs.
-for the four virgins
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ninth avenue - poetry
Poetry__ heavenly bodies only know where you are now. maybe i was not holding on too tight as you slipped away. wasn't i still yours? __
