“Here’s One to You” Written and Read by Luna, Performed by Sabrina Lewis

“Here’s One to You”

What constitutes a friend?

Is it somebody who cares for you to no end?

Or is it one who’s loyalty shows no bend?

 

I believe a freind is one who loves you.

A friend is one who reminds you to chew

When you’re choking, concerned but giving a laugh.

A friends who compliments everything even your calf.

 

A friend is one who truly does care.

A friend like you is someone truly rare.

 

One in a million and a special speck…

Not judging whether a poem does rhyme or not.

A friends like you is special to me.

Your personality is quirky and that’s a good thing…

 

I began this poem like our friendship began…

Neat, precise and thought out every word,

But as I progressed the words began

To shift and fall and become less precise…

 

But that’s how our friendship was…

It was random and sporadic based upon whim,

A friendship that I don’t have to hide myself

We were spectacular and unique,

 

But that’s not where our story ends…

 

What truly makes a friend?

Is it someone who can heal or mend?

Is it someone who can write or paint?

Or is it someone who can speak so quaint?

 

No, a friend is one who wouldn’t leave, and that’s you!

Or at least it was you, before the storm that rattled us to the core…

Gassed our bridge leaving it to burn, engulfed in flames demanding more!

But now I write, meticulous again, remembering the time I’d lay on the floor…

Weeping the loss of a friend that I cared for so deeply, one I loved,

but feelings of regret and anger I have shoved,

deep down inside; they are forgotten in a heart that is so sore.

 

I’m over feeling sorrow, despair, anger. I’m done being colored blue!

I’m okay alone, and I see that now, so old friend, “Here’s one to you…”

“The Cold Winter Winds” by Luna Neira

The day Alex left, it became autumn

Only grief and sorrow could follow

I thought without her I was at rock bottom

Empty, soulless, above all hollow

 

Was it guilt or regret

I fell for another but was only a kiss

Did it drive me away or was she a threat?

From fiancee to a mere miss

 

But to Emily I am love and joy–

I am a shining beacon in a darkened abyss.

Our time together I’ve come to enjoy,

and now together we are it’s become pure bliss

 

She made me her Luna, her moon,

and somehow, she became my sun, my stars

The night we kissed I could tell that I was swoon

But I was imprisoned in my own bars.

 

But I am free, flying high above the sorrow

just as the leaves flutter down in the wind.

For it seems like winter is but tomorrow,

bringing its chilling winds, snowflakes descend.

 

The cold winter is upon us;

While I’m in love, I must confess my greatest sin:

I seem to be no better than Gus

sickly, ill, and a fool who felt love within.

 

Even if I am her moon

and I have no bars.

It seems no matter how I swoon,

there is a fault in my stars.

 

Photograph made available by David Dibert via Unsplash

 

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