Feeling: old
I Call You Friend...
You guide me
because you know
exactly where
I want to go.
You reach out
with a warm hand
to show me that
you understand.
You accept me for
who I am
and you know
where I've been;
for these and
many more reasons,
I call you friend.
AW that is a ery sweet poem.
Here's your 'ficial invite -
On friday at 6, i'm going out to eat with some friends at applebees for my birthday. We'll pick everyone up between 5 and 5:45, and drop them off afterwards.
Hope you can come.
-Joanna
R.espondez S.il V.ous P.lait
thats a cute poem. :)