More Special Friends
I have special friends.
Most of these friends are as comfortable as a rock for a pillow
And, they can be warm as newspaper for blanket in winter.
I have learned to love them, as a stranger becomes a friend.
I find myself still judging them like a book’s cover
But, I may be more an open book as to how much they know about me
They do comfort me when I began to understand love
But, we lack in love is with each other in romantic way.
We may exchange that feeling others would call love
But, it is how we express that we call is friendship.
The tears produce would be only treats as if they came from crocodiles
But, it would not matter since our pillow would take them just the same.
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