A compliation of all the frienship cliché's I could think of, but that still bears an indescribable amount of meaning to me.


For You, My Friend

My hands are always reaching out,
my ears are always open.
My shoulders are always free,
my eyes are always true.
My words are always honest,
as my frendship is to you.

To help you is a pleasure,
to guide you is an honour.
To know that you'll trust me,
to tell you that I'm always here.

I will always listen, I will always pray.
I will always soothe the pain, I will always shelter from the rain.

For you, my friend, my arms are always open.



Poetry by Cam
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Written on 2008-11-23 at 13:10

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In a world of such fickle folk, this poem is a godsend my friend! I love cliche's personally, it is the meat of the people, which is where the story of poetry began and will one day fully return. I love all styles of poetry and poets, but especially ones with loving arms always open, such as your good self. Smiling at you, Tai
2008-11-25