My tiny hands hold yours whenever the world makes me feel so small, as you whisper words of wisdom, and remind me to breathe to prevent myself from further falls. Inconsistency, no stranger to me, cowers in fear when you are near. You are my tower of hope, beacon of strength, and the rungs to my ladder which help me climb to higher lengths. As I break and shatter as easily as an egg, you crack the whip harder and remind me that I was born a king, and never made to beg. With your support, I am invincible, the sky even fails to be my limit; you have managed to capture my heart in the best of ways, and with it you have won all the beauty, love, and honesty that are contained within it. Friends may come, whilst others go, like roses, and graves that line life's rows, yet beauty remains in the calmness of your voice, in the ways in which you remind me that even some victims have a choice. Mansions in paradise await for you to claim your keys, as it is solely true friends like you that are ever able to emulate the tropical breeze that is sought out to make us feel at ease. Although the days between our reunions often turn into weeks, and then even months; I am forever indebted as I count my blessings, that I was fortunate enough to lay eyes on you even once. My heart overflows with love at the mere thought that our paths crossed and that we coexist; often, when I am sad, or blue, just the thought of you, is enough to dismiss the sadness that devours me whole and send it tumbling towards my own antagonistic abyss. Gratitude sets the mood whenever memories of us rise to the surface; your unfaltering friendship is often enough to take mere fantasies and fairy tales and weave them into actual bliss. Without you, there is no me, for your guidance often led my way like shepherds lead their sheep. Any time I need a helping hand or just a shoulder on which to lean, I am thankful to have been blessed with friends who never hesitate to intervene. Although this Superman has been reaching out for help more frequently now than in days gone by, he is eternally blessed to have been caressed by the lives of kindred spirits who are my truest friends, and in actuality, Earth angels in disguise.
Time stood still for nary a soul, it dragged its feet, aching and old. Blistering heat that made us melt, we were once softer than silk felt. Hallowed hearts wind whistled through, covered in bruises, black and blue. Hardly broken, but maybe bent, running on empty and love spent. There comes a day in all our lives, when our failures cut deep as knives. But you shall remain a triumph, you stayed with me, like a science. Words were whispered, curses, we'd shout, until the blood drained from our mouths. Yesterday—softer than silk felt; seems like all we do these days is yell.
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