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Poetry By: thePageTurner

I wrote this poem 1 and a half year ago after i met my new friends in college. I made this for them (Jean Clark, Haide, Ebtisam, Siege, Genevive and Grace). And so i wanted to share this to everyone to inspire. Friends are our strength and a part of our weaknesses.

They really are the best gift from above. :)
As for me, I call my true friends my ANGELS.

Thanks for reading.

Submitted:Nov 11, 2011    Reads: 38    Comments: 12    Likes: 4   

While I'm alone sitting under a tree,

I saw up in the sky a feather that flees.

I ran to catch it,

But someone lift me to reach it.

I'm an individual having this freedom,

and now new faces took away my boredom.

Faces that shares what their eyes could see,

A relationship that brought paradise in me.

Faces that shares what their nose can smell,

When I'm with them I absolutely can't hear the bell.

Faces that gives a smile in my lips,

That even helps me to curve my hips.

Unconditional love they'd offer,

That makes me feel welcome forever.

They give me wings and watch me as I fly,

With them I know I can soar high.

Together we play in the sky,

And we'll enjoy watching the earths blue eye.

That time I cried and screamed 'coz I fall,

You all said "don't worry…we hear you call!"

They have these ears,

Open to understand what they'll hear.

Anytime they give advices,

That now makes me think they're the wises.

I don't care even when I hear the ticking of the clock,

There's this mischievous angel named Clark.

Who gives strength on my knees,

Whenever I planned to give up and bend this.

A pink angel who's known for her kindness,

I've memorized her name, she is Haide.

She lends her arms wide open,

And keeps her attitude in poise more often.

Kinky eye lashes attracts me in Sam,

That gives her best to me as her friend now madness doesn't come.

Seige, the angel I'm wondering why he can still fly,

With a broken wings he still flies up so high.

This witty girl who shares her cleverness,

She's Geneveive who'll get mad when her name will be messed.

Divina who laughs in my corny jokes sometimes,

Honestly I enjoyed doing this overtime.

I've known this angel who sat alone under a tree,

She's Grace as moody as she could be.

I call them friends,

I treasure them like precious gems.

As we laugh and cry together,

I know this will last forever.

The past daily bonding,

I never think at that time I'm worrying.

But as time passes by,

I must accept and bravely say GOODBYE.

But no matter what will happen my friends,

I want you to know that I'll still wear your trends.

A gift of friendship that symbolizes these bangles,

I want you to know you're the "FRIENDS I CALL ANGELS".


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