I was a smooth , wooden outline frame that outlined your scene,
You were a picture and together we gleaned.
I supported you and made sure you didn't fall,
And you were there, when I needed a friend to call.
Giving me something to hold onto,
Something we promised each other "forever".
Until you were tired of my outlines and my imperfections,
I wasn't the most well suited upon your selections.
You didn't get it, you never did,
Couldn't even confront it to me so instead you hid.
So I wondered if we ever matched,
Hard to be distant from you because I "thought " we were so attached.
YOU ARE READING
Rainy Days 🌂
Poetry~ Brief poems [ The real journey is if I can follow a dangerous path] [Friendships needs blocks that stack up one another. No matter how many times they fall down, if you try hard enough the blocks make a tower] Starting date 5/27/2017
