finding a friend

July 12, 2013

tears sliding down my face

emptyness i couldnt fill

reaching out

no ones there

found a friend

found a pen

found a notebook

always there

never judging

get it out

its never right

thats fine

no one will read this this

its mine

tears slide down my face

emptyness i cant fill

reaching out

my pens always there

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