9 April 2012


This friend I have,
Means a lot to love
And to be loved,
They are one of a kind,
True and selfless,
I know not their true nature,
Or who they are when I’m not around,
But I do know what counts,
Are all the words we speak in silence,
The hello’s and goodbyes in our eyes,
The laughter and smiles in our closeness,
The sorrow and sadness in our distance,
And this friend knows who I am,
For they know me, and I know them,
And that’s simply enough.

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