Hey, it’s me.
I don’t want to hurt our friendship or anything.
But I’ve been wanting to tell you this for awhile now,
So you are my sun.
You bring me light in everything I do.
You make my dark days brighter,
my lonely nights better,
and my happy days happier.
I couldn’t imagine a world where we weren’t friends,
where you weren’t there for me and I for you.
You make me laugh when all I want to do is cry.
And you dry my tears when I do.
I’m the one you call when you’ve had one too many, still though I’m not sure if that’s a good thing.
You’re the one I want to call when I have any type of good news and bad.
I lean on you like a ladder on a house, I’m scared of falling but you keep me sound.
Anyway, are we still on for breakfast after work?
if I had more courage maybe I’d tell him this. This is kinda lame, it’s not really a poem more of a train of thought