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Our friendship has frantically freed us while putting us in a bind.
As we dance through a relationship birthed in words, that immerse us
into that part of ourselves that we enjoy so much.
Friendship is simply confusing. We must give what one needs,
rather than what one has. A true friend is not one with unconditional love but rather one
that cares enough to be vulnerable.
Yes, our vulnerability is just as much a part of us as our strength.
To be vulnerable is to be real, which is good.
Your strength encourages me as I see your words dance on paper. Your words make my eyes brighter becauses they show me
just how colorfully and creatively our words can be.
Your words move across the paper with such grace
that one would think they were found in nature.
Much like that of a tiger moving towards its quest. Your words are like a treasure, hard to find but so worth while.
So easily they speak to me. Though you know that we have just met.
Our words are intermingling. The ink is soaking wet. Your words cripple the heart of its prey.
Yet, somehow, someway, it still feels right to devour
and be devoured in your words. Bob Roach Father of one and middle school teacher of literally thousands over the past thirty years. To find out more parenting tips, check out the Baby Names Box.
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