Friendship
By Broken Sonnet •
A blossoming flower
From strangers it grows
Something that towers
And you want to hold
It starts as a bud
It stays in you blood
You hope for them to have the best
You hold them up above the rest
They gain a part in you heart for which they keep
As you nourish and help each other grow on
From fights, to school
To late night conversations on the phone
When one cries we cry together
Your my friend from now to forever