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To My Best Friend, Look At Us Now
Old & fond of the memories, when the world was our play-thing.
The people we hated, we now take into our lives.
The ones we loved, we did with little regard for ourselves.
Now, we're adults and the world matured before our eyes.
In an instant, what we thought then... no longer exists.
What we saw, wasn't what we really were seeing.
How we felt was all we believed in.
Our hearts were in control, now laying dormant somewhere within.
Buried deep with no reprieve from the pain & torture they endure.
A smack to my head and strike to the stone my heart reawakens.
Not with lust or obsession, but with care for those I love.
I need not the flesh for binding or ball'n chain.
That is not what we seek.
The beating from within our chests is for another kind of bond.
You were there when I needed you.
Someone that saw who I really was, am, and could be and cared.
I never knew this kind of love could ever exist outside of blood...
It does, I know that now...
I take it not for granted this time, nor shall I hurt you.
The bond of lost souls, demonic in hora yet gentle with care.
Consideration and efforts put forth because we want to.
Because we care...
That's all I ever wanted, all I'll ever really need.
Thank you for being a great friend to me
Forever and always, SEMPER FI!
The people we hated, we now take into our lives.
The ones we loved, we did with little regard for ourselves.
Now, we're adults and the world matured before our eyes.
In an instant, what we thought then... no longer exists.
What we saw, wasn't what we really were seeing.
How we felt was all we believed in.
Our hearts were in control, now laying dormant somewhere within.
Buried deep with no reprieve from the pain & torture they endure.
A smack to my head and strike to the stone my heart reawakens.
Not with lust or obsession, but with care for those I love.
I need not the flesh for binding or ball'n chain.
That is not what we seek.
The beating from within our chests is for another kind of bond.
You were there when I needed you.
Someone that saw who I really was, am, and could be and cared.
I never knew this kind of love could ever exist outside of blood...
It does, I know that now...
I take it not for granted this time, nor shall I hurt you.
The bond of lost souls, demonic in hora yet gentle with care.
Consideration and efforts put forth because we want to.
Because we care...
That's all I ever wanted, all I'll ever really need.
Thank you for being a great friend to me
Forever and always, SEMPER FI!
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