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Printed on My Heart

A poem for a friend who has since passed on

By Eric WheelerPublished 7 years ago 1 min read

Like an autumn leaf falling to the ground

You crept inside with barely a sound

Wrapping your fingers around my heart

Taking my life back to the start

I never expected you to stay

With you and I so different in every way

But it doesn't matter when it's right

As it was on that that random night

So take your precious little hand in mine

And leave the worries of life behind

They do not matter in the end

All that matters is that I call you "friend"

Come and walk along with me

And open your eyes to what I can see

The hidden soul deep inside of you

What I know to be so true

Often overlooked and cast aside

Always looking for another place to hide

Burying yourself in plain sight

Locking the door to your heart so tight

But for some reason opened it to me

You let me in as I did you to me

And if tomorrow the world should end

I would say I could not have found a better friend

So as my ramblings come to a close

One thing is left that we both know

As my life comes back to the start

You are forever printed on my heart

sad poetry

About the Creator

Eric Wheeler

My name is Eric Wheeler. I am a graphic/web designer, photographer, videographer, poet and author. I am a classic car/truck/tractor/boat lover, fitness nut and survival expert. I write about my passions and love to share them with others.

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