Some of my fondest memories,
Are of our late night conversations.
The conversations underneath the stars,
When things got deep and real.
When the sun is out,
We all wear our masks.
We hide our true feelings,
Because others might see us.
But when the sun is down,
We are allowed to bare our souls to one another.
We speak the truth,
And don’t hold back.
Friendships were strengthened.
Secrets were shared.
Tears were shed.
Our hearts were truly exposed.
Even though I don’t remember the exact words,
I know those conversations in the middle of the night,
Solidified our friendship,
Making it indestructible and real.
Those nights will be in my heart forever.
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Beautiful poem! Philosophical too! In the sun we all wear masks…
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Thank you so much! I’m glad you enjoyed it 🙂
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