My Friend

I will clasp the hand that others have rejected
I will see the pain in which your eyes have reflected
I will not abandon you to suffer alone
I will never allow your heart to be overgrown

My hand may not always be enough for you
But please know it is always there to help you through
I may not always be able to stop the tears from falling
But I’ll always be there for you when your calling

I cannot always be a light to keep the dark away
But I can help you fight it and keep it at bay
Someday you won’t even need me
Until then beside you I shall be

Diana I hope you know I am always going to be here for you no matter what, you are like my best friend and that will never change.

To my self-nominated Big Brother!!

How do tell someone how special they are
When it’s someone you’ve never met?
How do you tell them thank you
For all the right things they‘ve said?

Is it really so very rare
To find someone who actually cares?
Well if so then luck must be on my side
Because I found one of those rare people

A person who has yet to judge my mistakes
Instead I receive the praise I rarely get
I ask no one to heal my broken heart
I’m just glad there is someone who cares it’s broken

So my thanks go out as well as my prayers
For that someone who deserves the very best
A truly special friend of mine
And wish him happiness for the rest of his time.

To be perfect is like being a glass rose.
It means standing before everyone with poise and beauty.
Never moving or wavering before their eyes.
To never feel touch nor your own heart

You do it for all those around you
Never once considering your own feelings
Their gazes making sure you never make a mistake
To stay still and beautiful forever more

To be perfect is to be a glass rose
So lovely but always in danger of breaking
To be tossed aside for something more lovely
Or Carelessly dropped and broken

So if being perfect is being a glass rose
Then I am glad you are the real deal
Despite the thorns that prick my finger
Aside from the fact that one day you shall wilt

I am glad you are a real rose
Not only beautiful to look upon
But your beauty resides within as well
So I am glad you are not perfect nor made of glass

Because honestly glass is just no fun to hug