Friday, August 5, 2011

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Friendship . . .
. . . is you.
. . . is love.
. . . is shared.
. . . is forgiving.
. . . is understanding.
. . . is shared secrets.
. . . heals many hurts.
. . . is not judgmental.
. . . is shared laughter.
. . . is slow and steady.
. . . can be angry at times.
. . . is dependable and true.
. . . is more precious than silver or gold.
. . . is meant to be savored like fine wine.
. . . is not perfect, much like we are not perfect.
. . . does not hold grudges or demand perfection.
. . . makes all the wrong things in life, right somehow.
. . . is meant to be gulped like lemonade on a hot summer day.
. . . is always there, through times of trial, happy times and hard times.
. . . just happens, but once discovered, needs to be tended like a beautiful garden.
. . . is a road to be traveled slowly, remembering the sights and sounds.
. . . is strength when you are too weak to notice its there.
. . . is a cherished moment of mutual understanding.
. . . reaches into your heart and grabs a firm hold.
. . . is a refreshing rain on a hot day.
. . . is sunshine through the clouds.
. . . cannot be forced or induced.
. . . is relaxed and comfortable.
. . . is a shoulder to lean on.
. . . is an ear to whine to.
. . . gets better with age.
. . . is shared tears.
. . . is shared pain.
. . . is shared joy.
. . . is shared.
. . . is love.
. . . is you.

HAPPY FRIENDSHIP DAY

1 comment:

  1. I came to you the hour I was in pain
    Looking for answers, I cried to you in vain.
    I shared the many skeletons hiding in my heart,
    I knew then you’d be my friend,
    I knew it from the start.

    Troubles ran like rivers, flowing through my life,
    You picked the pieces up and help me through my strife.
    When home wasn’t home to me no more,
    You opened up your heart, and opened up the door.

    We cried into night until the early morn.
    We solaced each other’s pain and shared our many thorns.
    As time flew, the air grew thick,
    I saw our friendship fading, and my heart grew sick.
    The day had arrived,
    When it was time to say goodbye.

    Now I sit alone,
    reminiscing the past I’d blown.

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