I used to have a perfect friend
Who was special in every way
Someone to share my dreams with
Someone to tell my secrets to
Someone to fill my mind with ease
As I drifted to sleep at night
Someone who shared my sorrow
And had sorrow of their own
Someone I could be vulnerable with
Who had insecurities of their own
But my special friend has gone
I'm not sure what he's become
Someone who is angry
Someone who is bitter
Someone who could be so much more
If only he'd give it a try
Someone who had my friendship
And tossed it to the side
But...
We're working on it.
Feb 4, 2011
Feb 4, 2011 at 7:26 AM UTC
I used to have a perfect friend
Who was special in every way
Someone to share my dreams with
Someone to tell my secrets to
Someone to fill my mind with ease
As I drifted to sleep at night
Someone who shared my sorrow
And had sorrow of their own
Someone I could be vulnerable with
Who had insecurities of their own
But my special friend has gone
I'm not sure what he's become
Someone who is angry
Someone who is bitter
Someone who could be so much more
If only he'd give it a try
Someone who had my friendship
And tossed it to the side
But...
We're working on it.