A Friend

May 12, 2009
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What is life,
if not a little,
beautiful flower
trying to bloom
in a terrible tempest.

And what is a tempest
if not the teardrops
of the flowers
that have not bloomed,
that have melted
into tears
because of tears.

And what are tears
if not the pearls
of the necklace
of sadness.

And what is sadness
if not the lack
of the dress
of happiness.

And what is happiness
if not the presence
of a real person.

And what is a real person
if not someone
who's smile
is a gate to heaven,
who's voice
is the sound of joyfullness,
who's heart,
is the suns' diamond.

A friend.





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Wildheart This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Nov. 15, 2009 at 4:22 pm
o my god, this is the very best poem ive read in like forever!!! i absoluely love, i swear my mouth dropped open when i read it. your an amazing poem!
 
LaylaViolet said...
Nov. 12, 2009 at 1:28 pm
Whoa. Totally emotional--in a good way. Makes me think of my close friends. B-E-A-utiful.
 
Midnight replied...
Nov. 13, 2009 at 10:28 am
This is nice. =] You may like to know that "who's" needs to be "whose" in the last stanza, though.
 
Zad B. replied...
Nov. 13, 2009 at 10:41 am
ok, i really need to learn my grammar. XD
 
Midnight replied...
Nov. 13, 2009 at 11:02 am
It's a common mistake for a reason. English is a stupid language. =P
 
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