A bond of love and care
like the bond of blood.
They are your friends.
Who lift you high up in the sky
And who encourage you to try.
Again and again you try even if you loose.
A hand to hold you up when you fall.
A shoulder to cry on.
Funny,loving and irritating at times.
But true ones will never playgames.
Isn't it a misery not to have them?
Can you really live alone?
You need them,you want them
And they are you friends.
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Memories of a random teenager (Completed)✔
PoetrySometimes everything is hazy,toxic and smoky and at times it's smooth,calm and what not.The feelings of a teenager about love and hatred.The world is seen through the eyes of a teenager who suffers from confusion,depression and insecurity.Sometimes...
