My friend

 
In a land without beginning, I cannot think about the end.  
In a world where I should have been winning, I could only pretend.  
I cannot deceive you now and tell you that I have no gift;  
I cannot lie to you now and say I have nothing to give.  
I have to give you my words, so you can see the real me.  
I am love, I am yours; I am more than just a poetic piece.  
 
 
If Heaven came calling and I was never seen again,  
Would I have left a good impression upon this world?
I hope you have been affected by the words that I say,  
Because if I am taken or even if I am forsaken,  
Then all that would be left to do was leave your mind behind to twirl.  
 
 
We are all here for a reason and my reason is this;  
Born to write, half the time, the rest I spend being in love.  
If we cast aside our desires, then would we even have lived?  
Love is my passion, it drives me forward and it stops me giving up.  
 
 
I have said I am nothing, but something I am.  
I could claim to tell the truth  
And you could claim that I am a liar,  
Or I could simply share my thoughts with you.  
I could have kept silent, but I chose to stand;  
Nothing is given, you must earn it and so that is what I will do.  
 
 
No dramatics or lies, just blood, sweat and tears.  
My books are growing, my words multiplying and I am but a pen.  
As each night falls and each sun rises, I am slipping through the years.  
But on the last day, on my grave it will say…  
He was a poet, a lover and my friend.  
 
 
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