A friend

by chris johnson   Oct 18, 2004


All the days I’d wandered by
Myself never to find love
All the days I’d pondered to myself
If she was as beautiful as a dove

All the days I’d talked,
About how I feel
And all the days I kept hearing
Who cares and big deal

All the days I’d hoped for
That never came to me
And all the days I’d wanted
That never came to be

All the days I’d needed
That I deserve so much
And all the days I’d wanted love
One not just of touch

All the days I’d wandered
Has finally come to an end
For I have found the love of my life
Someone I call my friend

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  • 20 years ago

    by Andrea

    cute poem :)