Living life without a real friend.
Within these pages, its all pretend.
I can be happy, I can be sad.
Pleasnt, nice, or show I'm mad.
Through my ink stained lines.
Everyone here reads and defines.
Like saying, I love you,
three words so easy to express.
Yet lack any real touched caresses.
WE ARE ONLY WORDS HERE IN TYPE AND LETTER.
THATS IT, THATS ALL, IT WILL NEVER GET BETTER.
So many times, on here.
I have wanted so badly, to give another a hug.
Times where a person, needs to feel love.
We can only live on here, not there.
As each one of us, lives as vapor,
never to have any real substance.
Just words typed out on a screen.
Formed, gathered to make a sentence.
Left never caressed, touched or kissed
Only to never have, everything missed.

Terry your poems are always so heartfelt and touching.

((hug for you))

Thank you B-Lady...as I bow and tip my hat to you as well. For being very kind in all your words on here I have read.
Its so cool to look back on who we have all grown through,,to become who we live now as..and those wild and crazy years we lived in their truths to never forget, all that made us FEEL,

Most of my time on here, has been spent, trying to make others KNOW,That REAL FRIENDS,,CAN BE FOUND on this place called the INTERNET...and to many,,here was their first site to ever REALLY FEEL THAT FAMILY FEELING OF TRUE FRIENDS..
That,,makes every sad moment,,up-lifted, every bored moment, alive.
And every word written, blessed to have had that chance to be read.

This mirrors how I felt when I first started chatting online. I felt safe because it was just words and on one could hurt me or my kids through a computer screen. But then I found mingle a saw the many here who really care. :) enjoyed the write Terry :)

Thanks Penny, your replies make me feel your heart...I hope you have a blessed week...