In the grasp of intoxication We burned our friendship in our skin This was not an act of bravery This was not an act of wit It symbolized our souls and how brightly they were lit, We were kept awake by secrets As we questioned who we are, We went to watch the sunrise engulf the night of stars, We shared our souls across that table Without judgement, without fear, Our friendship is a rarity that I Cherish deeply my dear
I am twenty years young from Ireland, I write to express and to say the things I could never make audible. I have little academic knowledge of poetry but I'm okay with that! I live to gaze at stars and question everything, my ultimate dream is to reset the factory settings of humanity...
A bond that remain till death, Memories that remain unsaid, Partners in crime, Terrible with mind No plan for future, There is no one mature, Its makes us fight; It makes us scream But the bond between us remain clean,
A bond unbroken, A promise so strong, Tested several times, but still it exists fighting all the odds. Grew up as classmates sharing each other’s part, Laughing and giggling we spent our days together, Unnecessary fights, continuous leg pulling, arguments,
Friendship is an oasis that is bound from the north by eternity’s wrinkle-free forehead, by life’s arid desert of mishaps from the south, by liberty that is in the hands of those who give it in order to have it