Not A Big Deal Poem by George Carpow

Refren:
Friend's come,
Friend's gone
Sticking up to someone into their's phone

Friends come,
Friends leave,
Melting into memory is not a big deal

Verse 1:
Big meet,
Great lost,
Shrine upon the void in the soul I cost

High joy,
Mute grief,
Lying on the life road being missed

Keep wrath,
No word,
You dissect this as if by a sword

No talk,
No trust,
This is eating me up like rust

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Verse 2:
You hope,
You ask,
Finding compromises that will solve the task

You try,
You stand,
Though have no strength for not to bend

You live,
You sense,
Loosing the next one builds soul's fence

You pray,
You thank,
For these people I could call a friend