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Thanks to you.
This is a spur of the moment poem, I'm not sure I really like it. BUT - the message is very important to me, it's directed to a very good friend of mine, who is constantly there for me. Sometimes I feel like I don't return the favour well enough.
Sometimes,
When you're not around
I smile to myself.
Like, really smile.
Because,
Even though I'm not perfect
I know it doesn't matter.
You'll always be there.
Sometimes,
When you're not around
I pretend that we've grown old.
Like, really old.
Because,
When I think of final years
I think of sunrises and of porridge.
I think of you.
Sometimes,
When you're right by my side
I try to think of ways to
Tell you that I'm thankful.
Because,
Having you around
Makes me smile.
Like, really smile.
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- Growing old is inevitable, but growing up is optional. -
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