A Friend
we laid on the bed
like two friends
sharing a story
although it was me
that talked the most
she stroked my hair
not in lust
but in love
just knowing
not asking
anything of me
letting me be
me
Poetry by Eli
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Written on 2009-04-27 at 13:18
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