But there is no life without a friend

ii) Every bad situation will have something positive. Even a stopped clock shows right time twice a day. Think of this and lead your life.........

iii) If i could pull the rainbow down, iwould write your name on it to put it back in the sky to show everyone how colourful my life is with a beautiful friend like u.

iv) River need water,

Flower needs dew,

But i need a true friend like you.

v) Rich travels in car, Poor travels in cart, but friendship travels in heart.

Every time I see you I remember
All the things you did for me when I
Was going through my adolescent hell.
Yet now I cannot speak unless I cry.

I know you are no longer free to see me;
You've made your choice, and that I must respect.
But I've a need to say that I still love you.
I have no fear or pride I need protect.

Just as the sun must come back every morning
To shine upon the meadow it holds dear,
So I will from afar shine on your glory,
And hope someday again you'll let me near.

I Have a Friend with Benefits

I have a friend with benefits,
Whom off and on I see.
While I use her to get my kicks,
She also uses me.

She's not my girlfriend, just a friend
With whom I have some sex.
Too young to love, we play the game
And wonder what comes next.

We try out stuff from porno sites,
Watching what we do
As though we were on film, and someone
Else was watching, too.

Yet somehow, somewhere even we
Still know we yearn for love,
And wait like withered stalks to feel
That wind within us move.

May Our Friendship Last Forever

May our friendship last forever;
May I sail upon your sea.
May we go through life together;
May there always be a "we."

May I be your endless sky;
May you breathe my gentle air.
May you never wonder why
Each time you look for me, I'm there.

May we be for each a smile
Like the warm, life-giving sun;
Yet when we're in pain awhile,
May our suffering be one.

May we share our special days,
The happiness of one for two;
And if we must go separate ways,
Let my love remain with you.

We've Just Been Friends, and Now You're Going

We've just been friends, and now you're going
Far away for many years.
But please don't leave me without knowing
How I feel as your time nears.

I know you're older, more mature,
And far beyond me in some ways.
But there's between us something pure
That's given me these magic days.

I thank you for the loveliness
That your sweet friendship's brought to me.
Think of this poem as a caress
That says, "I love you" gracefully.

Why Did You Change

Why did you change? What did I do? We were like brothers, and now Your face is a wall without windows, while you Abrogate what small claims you allow. I don't understand what undid the sweet bond That for years yielded nothing but joy. I am who I was, and yet you respond As though it were my aim to annoy. Perhaps there's no why when some untoward wind Whips away what we hold to our hearts. Though bitter it be to leave loved ones behind, It remains the most precious of arts.

Being a kid is tough, 'cause they
Can tell you what to do.
Nothing is completely yours.
Your jail is your home.

People love you--that's OK--
And do nice things for you.
But what you want are open doors
To fields where you can roam.

Eighteen

Eighteen is a windswept borderline:
In a moment, gates forever closed.
Gulf of dreams behind the vanished child,
Halfway round the corner of her smile.
The change flaps in the breeze, but in a while
Each motion turns to dance, each gesture wild
Eventually is placed, positioned, posed:
No leaping for sheer joy but by design

Eighteen is a time of liberation.
Intentions now begin to swell to song.
Given the glory of one's aspiration,
How can one's life story turn out wrong?
There is a passion in one's preparation,
Eager for the hills that make one strong,
Eager for the sense of each sensation,
Not knowing what fair fate might come along.

Eighteen has no answers but her own,
Intent on yielding nothing to despair.
Glad tidings, if they come, must come alone,
Having crossed the desert, bleak and bare.
There is no heaven suitable for hope,
Even in the ecstasy of dreams.
Each moment is more limited in scope,
Not one ounce more transcendent than it seems.

Thirteen

Thirteen is a very lucky age!
Happiness comes tumbling out the door
Instantly a-giggle with a friend,
Returning with the bounce of empty bliss.
There's no better ecstasy than this,
Even when the strange teen changes end,
Even when one finally knows the score.
No time of life's more bubbly than this stage.

Sweet Sixteens Are Harbingers of Grace

Sweet Sixteens are harbingers of grace,
Intimations of a childhood's end,
Xxx's on the envelope of time.
This invitation I to you extend,
Easy in the rush of time and place,
Expecting in the moment's silver chime
No more than just a glimpse of life to come.