A Garret Poet

Form: Quintilla

Remember when we were best friends
The hours we spent just talking through
The night. Our dreams of love, fears too,
In all life's hurts we'd comprehend
As broken hearts begun to mend.

I can't forget the joys we shared
The laughter when no one else cared
And still we speak every day
Come rain or shine we find a way
As soul-mates, you and I are paired.


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