Flyaway, always

July 31, 2009
By George B SILVER, Perrysburg, Ohio
George B SILVER, Perrysburg, Ohio
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Everyone needs a wingman
someone who you can count on
who will always be there for you
even though you may not deserve it

I had found one, yes.
We hung and talked bout nothing
doing stupid stuff only friends do
We were wingmen

Until he flew away.
so far, hundreds of miles
NEver to come back
Never to talk to again

I pretend to not care
but come on... alone
thats how i felt
not many friends to fall back on

Years later i have changed
Maybe for the worse...
many "firends" who dont care
no wingman, no real friend

3 of them fly away and leave me
still searching
still hoping in secret
I know it will hapen again but still i hope

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Lonleydandy said...
on Aug. 6 2009 at 1:44 am
I like this poem..I sort of had a wingman..or wing 'woman' perhaps, but anyway..she had to move......Great poem!

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