After all the fakes and pretenders leave
and he isn't there...
You know about my past
The things I've done...
Breaking points draw near
such a fine line...
Friends wouldn't be the word,
to describe what we've got...
This is a poem for my best friend of 12 years now.
You didn't want a poem...
My papa is my best friend
He helps me when he can...
You are friendly, kind and caring
Sensitive, loyal and understanding...
"Honestly, you just gotta wing it,"
Just confess to the mess...
To my friend
I really do care...
You can’t tell me your fine
When you have a tear rolling down your eye...
We've been best friends
for the past 12 years...
When I put my head against your shoulder,
And you run your hand through my hair...