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The Cost of Friendship
I did not lend an ear
When you needed me the most.
I lent you my bleeding heart
As you wept shards of pain.
I did not hold my sharp words back
When you needed to drown in noise.
I sat with you for long summers
As we laughed off our problems.
I did not knock on your door
When you needed to be alone.
I gazed at winter's icy touch
As my mind drifted to you.
I did not speak to you for hours
When you needed soothing silence.
I lay on the sparkling grass with you
As the stars shone against the dark.
I did not get a thank you
When you could smile again.
I watched as you leave me alone
As my troubles haunted me.
I did not protest against you
When you talked about your success.
I listened to the stories with deaf ears
As I could only dream of such happiness.
I did not comfort you
When failures fluttered on your lips.
I heard the riches crumble to dust
As I bit my raging tongue.
I did not know the cost
When I first opened up to you.
I gave you my throbbing heart
As your boots stomped on it.
When you needed me the most.
I lent you my bleeding heart
As you wept shards of pain.
I did not hold my sharp words back
When you needed to drown in noise.
I sat with you for long summers
As we laughed off our problems.
I did not knock on your door
When you needed to be alone.
I gazed at winter's icy touch
As my mind drifted to you.
I did not speak to you for hours
When you needed soothing silence.
I lay on the sparkling grass with you
As the stars shone against the dark.
I did not get a thank you
When you could smile again.
I watched as you leave me alone
As my troubles haunted me.
I did not protest against you
When you talked about your success.
I listened to the stories with deaf ears
As I could only dream of such happiness.
I did not comfort you
When failures fluttered on your lips.
I heard the riches crumble to dust
As I bit my raging tongue.
I did not know the cost
When I first opened up to you.
I gave you my throbbing heart
As your boots stomped on it.
Published 15th Mar 2010
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15th Mar 2010 6:06pm
..sounds like you picked a right one there, Becca - but you express it all very eloquently, so everything has an upside. I can tell this poem is straight from the heart and I'm sure you'll feel better for having written it. There's a certain satisfaction in hammering home those full stops, but I think they're superfluous as your poem flows very nicely without them.
15th Mar 2010 6:51pm
