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We all have friends. No one can imagine a life without friends. I too had friends. First we were a whole bunch. Then came to handful, and then just few. But, I was still happy. I had some, at least, or so I thought. I promised them, we will never be broken and always have fun together. But, then I realized, I was the only one making promises. I was naive. It was not them who were on the edge. It was me, holding their hands tightly. Not letting it go. But, they were shaking their hands, they just, wanted to let me go. So I smiled, and I did let go, and fell down. This short poem is just summarized what I just said. It was the end...and now without friends, I am here. Alive. But...:)

Submitted:Mar 12, 2012    Reads: 13    Comments: 4    Likes: 1   

Hanging on the edge.
"Please hold on."
Seem happy.
"Don't let go."
A gaze,
A look at your hand.
Trying to shake.
I look up,
leave your hand.
Into the deep I fall,
in a desprate land.
I smiled,
"The end."


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