Surrounded by my friends,
Yet I feel alone...

I used to have fantasies of love,
And how it's supposed to be...

Love is something special,
something to hold onto for forever and a day...

In my own little corner,
I wonder about that girl...

It's funny how you can try to protect your heart...
But really it doesn't work, you still get hurt...

I want to tell you about my special friends,
They're always there with me until the end...

*i couldn't think of a good title... If you have...
Walking through the park, solo...

You've seem so strange lately,
Up and down...

I use to throw these words around,
Never really sure what they meant...

I always give you a hard time,
Or whine to someone about something that's wrong...

Whispers of doubt,
Images of uncaring...

* OK guys and girls, i know so far all of my poems...
a true friend is someone to rely on...