Her days were empty
mine were too
everyone else had gone away,

the talks we have
are way down low
we fill our time
with whatever grows

her nights were lonely
til she met me
her dreams of love
have now been fixed

a friend a lover
it's not been set
we are working on
whatever's meant

she's never known love
this I can tell
her grips of closeness
show themselves

a hi my friend soars in the air
for something much deeper
that we can share

the pain she's felt
holds me so near
to comfort now things that she hears

I show her that she's someone too
someone to be loved as she ought to be
now we both are friends her and me
we both are friends there's no pretending

© writer2