Good night, good bye and may nobody understand this.
"The bitter cold under the midnight moon, nips at the tears in her eyes. A familiar friend sits in the palm of her hand. The only comfort in the lonely night. It beckons and pleads, "just one more time."" Will it be the last time she'll ever need? A soft voice echoes in the black hills. Was it the wind's whistle of the leaves? Or a chorus of wild dogs ready to feed? It fell on deaf ears of those sworn to love you. Never again, will they hear it's sweet melody. Now taken up by a divine light, eloped in a love you can't see. And as the morning rises, seasons change, once was a voice of pain fades to a voice of peace. "
Under the midnight moon's bitter cold embrace, Where tears freeze and fears find their place, A friend so small, in the palm it rests, Yet, is it a friend or a captive guest?
In the quiet night, it softly pleads, "Just one more time," the desperate needs, But if it's a friend, why the hidden cries? In the palm, it lingers, where darkness lies.
Dear soul, let not a friend be confined, In the grip of control, true bonds unwind, A friend walks beside, hand in hand, Not in the palm, where manipulations stand.
Release the captive echoes, set them free, For genuine friendship blooms like a tree, No puppeteer's hold, no puppetry, Just hearts entwined in true unity.
If your hand finds none, fear not, my friend, A hand extends, a companion to lend, In the vast expanse where connections start, Hold a hand, not a captive heart.
Let the morning rise, seasons unfold, In the voice of peace, let the tale be told, No more in the palm, but side by side, Friendship's journey, forever our guide.
@RedGrizzly It was you that titled it a 'familiar friend', I merely spun in a different angle to offer you an alternative form of friendship ps. offer still stands :-)
