Could you be my
friend?
There are so many reasons why you
never should:
I'm sometimes sullen, often
shy, acutely sensitive,
My fear erupts as
anger, I find it hard to give,
I talk
about myself when I'm afraid and often spend a
day without anything to say.
But I will
make you laugh and I will love you quite a
bit and Hold you when you're sad.
I
cry a little almost every day
Because I'm
more caring than the strangers ever know,
And if, at times, I show my tender
side
(the soft and warmer part I hide)
I
wonder, Could you be my friend?
A friend Who far beyond the
feebleness of
any vow or tie
Will touch the secret place
where I am really I,
To know the pain of
lips that plead and eyes that weep,
Who
will not run away when you find me in the street
Alone and lying mangled by my quota of
defeats
But will stop and stay to tell
me of another day When I was
beautiful.
Could you be my friend?
There are so many reasons why you
never should:
Often I'm too
serious, seldom
predictably the same,
Sometimes cold and
distant, probably I'll always change.
I
bluster and brag, seek attention like
achild,
I brood and pout, my anger
can be
wild,
But I will make you laugh And
love you quite a bit
And be near when
you're afraid.
I shake a little almost every day Because
I'm more frightened than the strangers ever
know,
And if, at times, I show my
trembling side (the anxious, fearful part I
hide)
I wonder, Could you be my
friend?
A friend Who, when I fear your closeness,
feels
me push away And stubbornly will stay to
share what's left on such a day. Who, when
no one knows my name or calls me on the phone,
When there's no concern for me - what I have or
haven't done -
And those I've helped and
counted on have, oh so deftly, run.
Who,
when there's nothing left for me, stripped
of charm and subtlety, Will nonetheless
remain.
Could you be my friend? For
no other reason that I know...Except I
need you so.
Author
DeaconBlues