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Friendship 8 (Intuition)
Friendship 8 (Intuition)
Who would have known but me
Yet I never thought that’s how it’d be
So simple, who knew, Still single, still you
It’s all those years and statuses, hierarchy and stages
It’s love I know eventhough it changes
Even if it infringed on friendships
Many breakups, distances, getting dissed. Now. Past tenses
A future. Never stood chances
It’s all coming back cause it’s a circle
Running on a track, not a miracle
All this time yet that first feeling was true
The truest for me, all those dealings with you
They were dreams but now they’re Likes
New technology, loosing relationship insights
Y’all wedding bands and y’all vows here I am divorced now
I knew it when I knew; right away
The friends and the cousin, all came by the dozen
All happened quickly not a fiction, causing some frictions
It’s the feelings created anchored in an ocean of emotions
Friend-ship’s many seasons
A life of emotions, motioned but I’m more sure
The ampler of your presence yet felt in your absence
It led my heart through the most beautiful stories
To the same realizations the sweetest glories
Indeed it was love for me. It’s actually all it’d be
You dribbled life. We doubled life, TripleA. Dreams and reality
Love and reason, bored games or intuition?
All that I say is all that I felt in a continuous way. Semi conscious play?
It was that first look, it was that first ‘Hey’
It was back in the days on one Dawson Day
Twenty-tree years and one thousand ways
It was my sin, it was your trill, but it was real and it is still
It was what it turned into to become what’s in the meantime
It’s a constant, like a loophole in time
It’s a drift to parallel lives, despite some hidden lies
It was what it still is, multiple realities despite ‘time flies’
I guess I knew that it would last in my thoughts, in my words
In our tribulations, living in different worlds
From I, became a daughter and from you, became a son
Almost a lifetime from where we’ve become
It’s Friendship, a friendship, a story
Living through thoughts, through dreams, through life, through memes,
Through lust, through self treason, through love, through reason
Within my poems, texting our phones, gifting meaningful lyrics
Never chaos nor any dramatics
I’m now forty and still I write lines
Got rhymes in my mind and wrinkles near my eyes
Allowing me to share my feelings like no one would
For that I will forever be grateful. Knock on wood
It existed before. It will exist therefor
An into me mission, not an intermission
Not a romantic novel; not a fiction
Not an affliction, an intuition.
Quite an ode, quite a
Quite an ode, quite a lookback through time, at a timeless connection to your soul. Words deeply drenched in all of the reflections and emotions of a history that give them meaning, and then baptized again in that which lasts beyond the ups and downs and falling's apart - love in it's purest form, and an equally purified appreciation of all that one has gotten to experience with another. It rings to me as an honor to what was, and can never be taken away.