Friend
Sitting by the ocean.
Listening to the crashing waves.
I wonder what it is to be a friend.
Then I think of you, my best friend.
I know what a friend is because of you.
You are someone who makes me smile.
You laugh when I stumble and fall.
You comfort me when I cry.
You try to help me understand it all.
The one I count on to play games with.
The one to try new things with.
The one who understands me.
The one who understands my simple looks.
Yes, you are the one. The one I call friend.
When things are bad you are there for me.
When things are great you are there then too.
Beside me through thick and thin.
Helping me to be my best in the end.
And you, you are my best friend.
You have spackle for my cracked heart.
You remove the blinders when I am love sick.
You help me to realize that everything will be alright.
Yes, you do all this and oh so much more.
I am lucky to call you friend.
Thank you for being my friend.
You make me a better man.
Thanks friend!!
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