Bringing me to a point, to question, the friendship that is shared
Being asked to hold nothing back, when there are feeling to be spared
Reminiscening over memories of the bonds vowed not to be broken
Intimate are the thoughts in mind, words exhausted from not being spoken
My Friend, My special Friend, No one will ever know this existed
There was more to us, that meet the eye, even more had I not resisted
Trying to elude these emotions leads me here, worn out through time
Exposing sentiments of regret from a friendship poetry could not rhyme
With every instance comes a blooming, through fate our love will flower
Tick tock goes the clock, as hands forces our hearts to watch, waiting for the finest Hour
PHIRE
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