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I'll Be There For You

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WildFangWolf

Published: Jun 9, 2012

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Times are tough.
And things get us down.
We wait and wish for someone.
Someone to help us.
To be there for us.

I'll be there for you.
You're special to me.
I don't want harm to come to you.
I barely know you.
And yet, I love you.

I'll be there for you,
When times are hard.
When you're hurt.
When you're scarred.
When you're afraid of life.

I'll be ready and waiting.
There's an open seat next to me.
I'll keep it warm.
Just for you.
Why? Because I love you.

When you blame yourself,
For all the wrong in the world...
I'll be there for you.
It's not your fault.
It never was.

I'll be there for you,
Through the thick and thin.
So please, if you're down.
If you're angry or depressed...
Come to me. I'll be there for you.

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This goes out to a few people in my life, whom I haven't know for as long as I'd like. They're all special in my eyes. And I'll be there for them.

Partially inspired by these pictures, though I had a feeling I was going to do a poem like this, anyway.
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FallenInsaneAngel

Sep 10, 2012

I love your poem. It's beautiful, I like the way you write. I also like your first poem at fanatical publishing. Hope I'll see more poems from you in the next issues :3

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