Saturday, March 26, 2011

Friends

my best friend lives far away
in a place I've never seen
she sends me postcards
I visit there in my dreams

I can tell her anything
she's supportive and nice
she'll do anything for me
I never have to ask twice

sometimes she calls and we talk
she mostly listens though
I know she worries about me
I think she knows

sometimes I gather my teddy bears
I put them in a circle under the tree
I hope they have a friend like I do
if they were real, I'd set them free

1 comment:

  1. Awwww this is a sweet and lovely poem :-)
    I'm going to imagine it's about me. Even though it probably isnt :-) xx

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