Friend
I see a friend, Who’s hurting inside, With pain so deep, So hurtful, So refined. I wish to run to their side, To hug them when they start to cry. To hold the in my arms, Telling them not to be alarmed, Because I’ll never let them be alone. My love for them grows and grows, Like the first rose bud of the season, Only to be left alone myself, And to feel and cry the way a person like me should, But no one comes to help me, When I cry. I wonder why. Then I think about it and I know, That no friends can care enough, To help me when I feel down in the dumps. Written February 4th, 2002 © on Feb 04 2002 09:51 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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