I wish I had true friends.
Friends who I could tell my problems to.
My secrets.
Friends who listen no matter how stupid it is you have to say.
...
There once was a man from Peru,
Who gave his two daughters a shoe.
The shoe was of gold.
It never got old.
...
She had no right to do what she did.
Opening my mail.
Reading my poem.
...
Our friendship is just on hold,
but I know it will renew.
We're too much a like.
We get along far too easily
...
We were hugging.
Well more like cuddling.
His strong arms were entwined around my body,
My arms pulled up to my chest.
...
um...hi.....Elphaba is my writer's name coz I don't really want to put my real name anymore. If anyone's read Wicked they'll kow where I got my name from.)
I Wish I Had True Friends
I wish I had true friends.
Friends who I could tell my problems to.
My secrets.
Friends who listen no matter how stupid it is you have to say.
I don't have true friends.
Friends yes.
People who I sometimes laugh with.
Sometimes talk with,
But I want more.
I want a friendship like in the movies.
Close friends that will take time out to talk.
Just talk.
Mine don't.
They have other friends.
Closer frineds.
I wish I could be one of their 'closer friends'
Maybe someday,
Like collage,
I'll make real friends.
Friends who share my interests.
Friends who help me with my problems.
Keep my secrets.
Friends who will listen to me to matter what.
Maybe someday.