Christina K

My friends are so great.


They make me laugh,

they make me smile.

They make me mad,

they make me vile.

They walk too slow,

they talk too fast.

They cheer me on,

they hold me back.

They never speak,

they sing aloud.

They're all too humble,

they're all too proud.

They don't forget 

to dig down deep.

They don't forget

to listen to me.

They lend a hand 

when a ear is not enough.

They lend a voice

when mine gets rough.

They create the best times

alongside the worst.

They create the best days

along with the cursed.

But they also give me confidence,

an air I cannot fill.

They also give me comfort

to act the way I fit the bill.

When I am with them,

I see beauty.

When I am with them,

I forget that I'm ugly.

  • Author: Christina K (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 20th, 2016 14:48
  • Category: Friendship
  • Views: 30
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  • amelliawagg

    I really love this poem!

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