Friend

We’ve had our scuffles,

We’ve had our fights.

You stuck around every time.

You’re the person, I’m glad to call a friend of mine.

You never needed anything in return for making me smile.

You’re the purest person that comes to mind.

Yeah, you might need the money I borrowed from you but that’s alright.

We’re friends after all, you’ll forget about that after a petty fight.

I turn to you when I seek advice.

I turn to you when I want to speak my mind.

It’s almost as if you don’t listen to a word of mine.

Until you reply with a remark, about how I’m wrong and you are right.

Right as always.

You’re a great money lender, its not the only reason you’re a friend of mine.

I’ll surely return the money I owe you, I might not do it in time.

Let’s not let materialistic things control this relationship between you and I.

Not bound by commitment, I feel strangely connected.

It breaks my heart, to find you dejected.

I feel responsible; I know I’m supposed to make things alright.

But talking about feelings always feels eerie.

Instead of asking, I’ll guess what makes you feel dreary.

Then through an intuitive maneuver I’ll try to get in your mind.

I’ll never be invasive, but I’ll surely make you feel alright.

You’re the reason I feel ugly.

You’re the reason I constantly try to dress nice.

Yet, every time I look a little bright.

“You look like a clown” is what you say, feeling a little jealous inside.

You’re special.

You’re irreplaceable. At times, you’re extremely nice.

To make me human, you’re presence would suffice.

You’re unique; you’re one of a kind.

You’re the most amazing person; I’ve met in my entire life.

I may never convey my feelings but I hope you realize.

I wouldn’t be me, without you by my side.

So why worry about petty little things?

We can’t let a debt intervene our joyful life.

I might never return the money I owe you.

But we’re good friends now.

Isn’t that nice?