Treasure Island

Charlotte Lidia

(October 13,1993 / Chicago, Illinois)

Friends


Friends are the past
Friends are the present
Friends are the future

Friends are the ups and downs,
The laughs,
And the full 360 turn arounds

Friends are the sun on rainy days
Friends are the reason for my silly ways

Friends are the light,
The dark,
And the cloudy

Friends are the quiet,
The loud,
And the rowdy

Friends are the different,  
The same,
The innocent,  
And the blame.

And no matter what
They stand by you
And support you

I have those friends
How about you?

Submitted: Thursday, January 05, 2012

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  • Ebi Robert (1/5/2012 1:27:00 AM)

    try to picture the picture 360. The year or something else. What ever you have described a friend. Well dme. (Report) Reply

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