Poems

Tim



 Inspired by The Friend by A Glimpse Of Darkness.



I can’t remember when I first met him,

I was probably young;

Very young.

He told me his name was Tim.


He took my hand in his own; his were quite warm,

And led me out the backdoor and into the garden.

He showed me the most wonderful things I have ever seen;

We walked around the house while he lead me by the arm.


For the first time in a while I smiled;

Tim was a true friend and hero,

Helping me out, me who was nothing but a zero.

He had made my day worthwhile.


Tim came around a lot more often,

Mostly when I was crying or sad,

His silly faces would make me glad,

We would play in the den.


When I entered high school,

Tim didn’t come around as much,

It was actually my fault; I was in a clutch;

I told him he wasn’t cool.


Tim still visits me from time to time,

Though very rarely and not for long,

Maybe just enough for a quick song,

For he left for another time.


Oh! How I wish he was real



9 comments on “Tim

  1. You never cease to amaze me! Im glad my past inspired u to write something so beautiful! ❤

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  2. Cool 🙆like it.
    Happy as a child.
    💞💖💕💓
    My inspiration comes 🐣”Here i am,what i can do?”
    Love it❤

    Like

  3. In every your poem see an character.
    An fetus for a story.
    Love it.

    Like

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