Where are all your true friends
Those you thought you 'd have for a lifetime
Where are all those friends
True friends that are gone, taken by time
I don't mean they weren't real
I don't, but time erases bonds
It does mean that real doesn't mean forever
But if someone stays forever, will someone be real?
I struggle myself, to find someone to call friend
Someone to call when I'm not okay
Someone to call now and in the end
I struggle myself to find what words to say
I have a special need for attention
And no one seems to fulfill that need
When no one pays attention to me
I feel like no one will save me when I bleed
Little things matter
They are big
For me, at least, they matter
Little Big Somethings
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Little Big Somethings
PoetryHighest rank: #15 in Snippets 02/12/2018 #36 in Poetry! 04/02/2017 Life is strange, I make it stranger. We need to enjoy the little things! They are big. Does this seem non-sense? Read the line before ;)
