For you, my Friend, Lost in myself, not getting anywhere, trying to prove something, but the loss is hooked in my soul. Not living, not loving, just trying to move myself into a better end. I was empty, I was lonely, 'till you opened my heart, and forced yourself in. I wasn't ready to get you in my arms, for you were not a friend. We started as strangers. We were cautious, we were careful of not revealing our intimate secrets, and hidden feelings. Your words and poems started the journey of being "not-total-strangers" You brightened my days, lightened up my nights. You gave me protection wherever I went, though you're not here to behold. You knew me better and that's what started the friendship matter and what a friend you are. Although you are younger, I feel tiny in your company. Your wisdom, your wit, made me realize that I didn't live 'till your sudden slip into my heart and soul. You showered me with gifts, though you may not know that all your words are treasures and gems. Glooms and sadness dominated my life. I waited for the weekends to let it out, You were here for me though you're so far. You listened to me, like I'm talking to a distant star. You knew it all. And now we're best friends* I feel happy, when you're around. Even though you're invisible, but beside me in my heart.

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