Harold Poem by Matthew Edan Oliver Palma

I gave him my friendship
I offered him my life...
And like a distant star ship,
Hovered through his darkened skies

It’ s true he made me happy
And I loved him more than much
I did my best and held on
To no more than thin air

I thanked him for the joys
I made him friend and master
I thanked him for the sorrows
I made him friend and teacher

What I received, it never mattered
For he’ 's my friend and all
Neglect me, if he must
Be cruel, he may dare
I said it didn’ 't matter
Even if he didn'’ t care

And through the joys and sorrows
I held on to lost hope
It broke my heart to pieces
My spirit in a loss

And ‘ though it hurt I bid goodbye
Yet deep inside I knew I lied
And I’ ll never know the reason why
I'’ ll love him '‘ till the day I die


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