A Friend

A Friend

How is although my thoughts are left unsaid,

You can still read my thoughts inside my head?

How is although I'm mad at you,

You reply with words so true?

How can you tell the truth from a lie?

When I force a smile,

How do you know I secretly cry?

Am I really that open?

Like a book, with its' pages to be read.

You've seen my open wound, and all the times I've bled.

It's only you and not everyone,

And when it's dark, you tend to be my sun.

What are you?

Are you an angel from above?

You're so gentle, like a dove.

You're quick but knowing like a deer,

And when I'm confused, you make everything clear.

And yet when my life shall come to its' end,

I will look back, and know I had you as my friend.

 

 

 

Author's Note

Please read, this is one of my favorites. Thank you for any comments.