Friends

I fear its  very wrong of me

And  yet I must admit

When someone offers friendship

I want the whole of it

I don’t want everybody else

To share my friends with me

At least, I want one special one

Who indisputably

Likes  me much more than all the rest

Who’s  always on my side

Who never cares what others say

Who lets me come and hide

Within his shadow, in his house

It dosen’t matter where

Who lets me simply be myself

Who’s always, always there

-elizabeth Jennings-