My Friend

My Friend Sometimes I am my only friend. Sometimes only Jesus is my friend. But some friends that I've had are gone. Some are dead, some just said so long. You see lately, I feel very much alone. And sadly, it causes my heart to turn to stone. The only friend that I do want, no longer wants me. The love got lost for she just will not see. Um, ooops, I was in a very bad way this day evidently. Because I just finished this poem with a vulgar rant of how I was feeling at that time. Hmmm, not the best way to wrap up this exercise huh? :) lol Oh well, life goes on and I've made some new friends since then and the sun came out the next day or whenever. It may have been cloudy that next day, call your local meteorologist if you want to know for sure. :) I hope your sun is shining where ever you are today. Love Leslie. <3 :) Note: Day 7 of writing exercise.