Toillustratea true friend
Who listens through thelion of sound
Animble glimpse
To call the smiles bluff
Their immortal love
Stealseternityfromour apocalypse
An ever present experience
Such asgenerations
Such as seasons
The tick of joybleedingruins
Aknot happily linked
Forgiving the hurts that strike us
Who can stand with no legs?
She that holds my hands
The irony of the butterfly
Who soars without her wings
Defines the rarity
Of a true friend to me.
I’m beyond honored for the reblog Wade- thank you so much :))
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