What is this thing we call friendship,
This thing that everyone thinks is so "hip"?
Is it something that we obtain,
Or something that we gain?
What is it like to have a friend,
Someone who'll be there to the end?
Is this what you'll be to me,
How far will it go, to what decree?
Will you be there through thick and thin,
Is this how it's always been?
Will this always be forever,
Be together, and leave, never?
To all those out there who call themselves my friends, and to those who know what I am going through at the time and supposedly care. Is this what I am to you?
Please comment, I would really like to know how I do on my poems.
