Novel, Thought, Writing

a dream

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We started out as friends
I never began to realize
how much I needed you.
When I was in need of a
helping hand,
you were always there on demand.
When I needed your comfort
you were there with open arms.
When it was time for that sexual healing,
I felt your strong feeling.
Soon I began to realize,
we were more than friends.
Could you & I really becoming one?
No, because when I needed you
the most, you were gone,
I was left standing alone,
I awoke from the daze to realize,
All of this was just a dream.

 

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