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The Front Door
I met him at the park,
The sun shone brightly,
Beating down on his
Sandy-blond hair,
As he shaded his bright blue eyes
With one hand,
Pedalling around the parking lot.
Curiosity grabbed hold of me,
And I smile as I passed him by,
My helmet firmly in place atop
My own head of blonde.
He smiled back.
We circled around on our bikes,
Chatting away as young children do,
Comparing our likes and dislikes,
Talking about our families.
We parted ways for lunch,
He went to his house, and I to mine,
Where I mentioned to my mother
I had made a new friend, and that
I was going to go bike with him some more.
She locked the front door.
Refused to let me back outside,
Forbade me from speaking to him again.
I cried, standing, stretching to see out the window,
Watching him go past with a worried, hurt, frown.
We met many years later as teenagers,
And became friends, but still I wonder
About what would have been,
A friend to rely on, someone to call,
But men go mad on maybes.
But still I find myself speculating
On who I would be had my mother
Not locked the front door.
Nice
"Men go mad on maybes" quote of the century right there.
"Where do you go when nowhere feels like home?"-FBMF
real friends are hard to
real friends are hard to make, keep and or maintain. it is such a demanding yet forgiving relationship. my good friends dont mind if I never talk to them for a year or two then its all as if we havent been apart at all. they dont NEED ME, and I don NEED THEM,we enjoy eachother, but when the chips are down we can also CALL upon EACHOTHER, no questions asked. Hugss and great write!!!
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
My childhood...
I didn't really have one. I was homeschooled until high school, and that was a real eye-opener as far as human interaction went. The friends I did make aren't exactly....around anymore these days at all, and I will probably never be contacted by them again. But the few who I empirically know truly care?
I dig my claws in and don't let go. Those people easily I text at least once a day. I am fiercely protective and mildly possessive of them, and for the most part they are okay with that, lol.
Didn't have to many childhood
Didn't have to many childhood friends either, though it was my fault. At the very least I bet you truly cherish the friends you do have now. I'll never meet you in person but something tells me we'd be friends face to face too.
Long days and pleasant nights
Diamond
Really?
Are you kidding? I would probably tackle hug you.
It's been a long damn day
It's been a long damn day here. A tackle hug sounds pretty good. Thanks that comment made me smile. :)
Long days and pleasant nights
Diamond
aww honey!
A long damn day? Hows about a tackle hug, a tub of ice cream and a long session of really bad movies? That's usually what I do when the day has been far too long and taxing. And who's to say we will never meet? Life, like fate, is fickle and full of strange happenings. It's entirely possible that we could meet someday.
I am a musician, after all, and we are known to travel. =)
Maybe fate doesn't have to be
Maybe fate doesn't have to be fickle and time doesn't have to be cruel. We may meet someday...
Long days and pleasant nights
Diamond
Could Have Beens
I wonder about them from time to time. What happened to so and so? Would we have been influential in each other's lives? There is a man out there who in jail referrred to me as Aunt Stella - uttered with love and respect to a relation of mine by marriage. Well, life never ceases to amaze :D ~ Star ~
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