Trying to tell you why I live for my friends,
Is like trying to describe the colour of coca-cola-Now it’s black,undertone of amber,now it’s
golden,bubble and fizz,kinda caramel,back to black again.
Almost impossible,you'd have to know them,see them,all that they say and do,live these pretty moments from my eyes for that.
Because they’re all I
have,all I feel like I need or should have.
Like the warm glow of candlelight on your face from a
Birthday cake,like the childish delight in stealing strands of spaghetti from
the vase at Pizza Hut.
And laughter and sorrow so intertwined,that you can’t tell
them apart anymore.
Like Labonel chocolate icing from cupcakes melting into
happiness in your mouth,a momentary heaven.
Strings of fairy lights strewn across a classroom wall,our
glory days to shine.
Like the hug so tight,bringing together,fixing all that’s
broken.Holding you together.
Flowing conversation with pitcher-fulls of emotion.
Trying to tell you why I live for my friends,is like trying
to tell you why I’m alive.How I taught myself to survive.
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