A friendships is not when a "friend" visits me and stands outside my cage
But friendship is so much more; when she gets inside and shares my pain.
She does not find the best way to try and get me out
But wipes the stinging tears away and tries to ease my doubt.
A true friend sings the hormone while I pick up the tune
She promises sunshine to me and we cry all afternoon.
She loans her shoulder to me so on it I can cry.
She promises to hold me and will not ask me why.
She'd understand I'm needy and offer her best support
She'd put up with my pleading; her temper isn't short
I make her up inside my mind – shiny, sparkling, true
I imagine I'd like to find her voice, "I'll stay right here with you."
Pick me up and brush me off. That's far too much to ask.
I find that once it's gone opportunities have passed.
I'll find that friend in a stranger or in my closest family
A sense of newness yet the fit of familiarity.
I look back on friendships I once treasured and loved
The ones I once thought fit like a glove.
But I burned the bridges so easily, trying not to think.
But how do you make a friendship last? Don't blink.
Here's to new friendships, a bright future ahead
It is okay to start over again
"Make new friends and keep (some of) the old
One is silver and the other's gold."
