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To Love A Friend
Sitting in the sun
 Not saying a word
 Never smiling and never laughing
 Just simply sitting
 So I think and ponder
 Whether or not to approach
 The boy who sits in the trees
 
 There he is
 In his shorts from yesterday
 He hasn’t changed his clothes
 His eyes bright and alert
 His hair still un-brushed
 Still there, and still gorgeous 
 So I think and ponder
 Whether or not to approach 
 The boy who stands outside 
 
 I can see that his heart is on fire
 His mind a jumbled mess
 Of feelings, emotions, memories
 His eyes hold pain and love and lies
 So I think and ponder
 Whether or not to approach 
 The boy with the painted smile
 
 He seems happy and light on the outside
 But on the inside his heart has a crack in the middle
 All the way through and it fills with lava
 But it’s plugged and ready to burst
 So I think and ponder
 Whether or not to approach  
 The boy who is ticking away
 
 There he is
 Locked up with a Dark Skinned Beauty
 They are forever locked
 Lips to lips, chest to chest, hand in hand 
 The love he feels
 Explodes in rays of light
 Out of his heart trying to break the forever riddle locked heart of the Dark Skinned Beauty
 But she plays him as good as she does the piano or the fiddle
 So I think and ponder
 Whether or not to approach 
 The boy who is blinded by his love
 
 She screams that Dark Skinned Beauty
 He hits the tree beside her
 She yells and turns away and tells him that she hates him
 She runs to the group without a backwards glance
 Coming to spread rumors
 He cries and screams and runs
 He has run out of time
 He has exploded
 He gives in, his armor rusting
 Beaten and dented
 Stained with blood
 There is nothing that can save him
 He cries, hits, yells, and breaks
 He is killing himself
 Wasting away
 I want to save him, to let him now he is going to be okay
 So I think and ponder
 Whether or not to approach
 The boy who’s armor is stained with blood and regret
 
 He has fallen for me
 I did not intend it 
 But, in a way I wanted it and I am also falling in love
 He is like a Rose, so pretty and you want so badly to pick it up, but when you do
 You get pricked with sharp thorns that pierce thru you
 He is like an obsession that enters your mind he stays there and calls to you
 And you want to answer but you’re scared that once you do u will never be able to leave
 He fills your mind and tries to make you forget that he is still ticking
 And the Dark Skinned Beauty is still eating him away
 She is there… implanted in his mind and soul
 I can see it in his eyes that he still loves her
 And the obsession became too much
 Had to come to my senses and realize that he is still ticking
 But he will get over it
 So I think and ponder
 Whether or not to approach 
 The boy who has once again been thrown into moving traffic along with his heart
 Sirens scream through the night
 Piercing the darkness with their blue and red lights 
 They have come to take the boy home
 He has exploded again, he is barely alive
 His heart nothing but fire and hate
 But yet, he still loves her
 He loves me
 He loves and hates
 But he hates to love
 And he loves to hate 
 He wants to hit
 To cause pain, to love, to care 
 But he doesn’t know
 How or what he wants
 So I think and ponder
 Whether or not to approach 
 The boy who crawls into the car that takes him back home
 
 Her tools of torture cut and grind, play and tease with his dead heart
 Begging, pleading
 He runs out crying
 And I tell him the terrible truth
 I make him hear me
 I tell him what she is doing 
 So he runsbecausee he doesn’t want it to be true, but he knows it is
 So I think and ponder
 Whether or not to approach 
 The boy who is trying to run from the terrible truth
 
 We are together every day
 Laughing
 Smiling
 He is finally happy
 My quest is not finished
 Because when you have a friend that you care bout
 Your work is never done
 Because in order to keep the one closest to you 
 You have To Love A Friend

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