K.I.P.U.S.A

Matters of the Heart

TRUE FRIENDS AM00000060000000031 06, 2007

Filed under: Poems — kipusa @ 17:09

Friends are many,
like shells,
Scattered on the sea shore,
True friends are pretty pearls,
Precious and found in the core.
A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart
and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words
Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing.
There is a time for silence.
A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny.
And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it’s all over
A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though he knows that you are slightly cracked
The most beautiful discovery
is that
true friends make is that they can grow separately without growing apart