Wednesday, April 8, 2009

A Friend

What is a true friend?
One you don't always mend.
You can't change the past,
Kick it under the grass.
Friends are there for you,
not there to hurt you.
They should know when wrong
then sing your favorite song.
Telling lies and rumor spreading,
then sleeping in their bedding.
I find sleeping hard now,
hope they took a bow.
True frends don't hurt me,
They're always there, unconditionally.
 
Kate Glencross, Whalen EN102