Friends
It's hard to write out something
To someone you don't even know,
To sit and think for hours on end
On how to make that friendship grow.
Thinking of who he is
Or what he does,
Of what he did
Or what he was.
To wonder if you can only trust
The one you want to call friend,
To keep the things we want a secret
Until the very end.
A promise is something that should not be broken
Until the end of time,
If I keep you thoughts a secret
Do you promise you will keep mine?
So now that we are friends
And friends we are together,
Friends is what we will stay
Friends we'll be forever.
Copyright © Christina Fletcher | Year Posted 2007
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