the truth in herhas never spoke ill to meshe shifted my perspective on friendshipthat you don't need someone of your ageto tell you that your existence matters
the truth in hershifted the current of my oceanshe too learnt to fly at my pacesomething only few have donea writer who understands my pain
the truth in hernever ruled a failed judgementshe herself dig through my rootsand found a cure to my lonelinessand allowed me to be free in her presence
About- This poem was written on May 30, 2026; 9:51am and is part of "Ashes of Us: The Haunted Chapter". This poem is about three different friends who i am lucky to have known.