#WritcoPoemPrompt48

Clear as crystal!
seemed to be the perfect expression,
Roses with no thorns,
a perfect description,
A world with no troubles,
What a perfect imagination?!


Full of nothing but content,
with the faithful friends I possessed;
pain, hate, shame and depression.
They were better than "the one"
They never left me no matter what,
Never opposed my decisions,
Never asked me to change myself,
And always stood by me.


"The one"...