Something Dear to me


  • Friendship

    Something Dear to me

    When the world is sleeping I feel alone
    because there is no one calling me on the phone
    even though you are far away our friendship will always stay
    you have told me things that no one believes
    you thought I would feel the same
    but something was different about me
    because I did not judge you do you see
    I believe you because you believe me
    and that is the way a friendship should be
    when we talk I know I can tell you any thing and I want you to feel the same
    I did not laugh when you told me those things
    I never will as long as your here
    you are a good friend and very dear to me

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    Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.

    Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.

    dixiemom’s Poems (29)

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