It is by chance we met, by choice we became friends.
Friendship is a strange thing---
we find ourselves telling each other the deepest details of our lives,
things we don't even share with our families who raised us.
But what is a friend? A confidant? A lover? 
A fellow email junkie? A shoulder to cry on? 
An ear to listen? A heart to feel?... 
A friend is all these things...and more. 
No matter where we met, I call you friend. 
A word so small yet so large in feeling,
a word filled with emotion.

It is true great things come in small packages. 
Once the package of friendship has been opened, 
it can never be closed.
It is a constant book always written
waiting to be read and enjoyed. 
We may have our disagreements, we may argue, 
we may concern one another,
friendship is a unique bond that lasts through it all.

A part of me is put into my friends,
some it is my humor, some it is my listening ear,
some it is real life experiences, some it is my romanticism
but with all, it is friendship.

Friendships forged are a construct stronger 
than steel built as a foundation, 
necessary for life and necessary for love. 
Friends----you and me

you are my strength when I was weak, you are my laughter when I was scared or sad... you are my best friend and it breaks my heart that I hurt you because you are my sister the dearest thing to me, I feel so ashamed for hurting you and know that without you as my good friend it will be a horrible life cause the last 24 hourshave been crap! I love you heaps natels, sorry for the fight, I will always be your friend even when we fight...

love Laurenxo

this  is a poem is sooo sweet, hit me in my heart! (sigh) one day I will get to love again.....

Could You Be The One For Me? by LoveBug Could you be the one for me?
Could you be my find?
Could it be, after all this time,
Fate is going to be kind?

Could you be the one for me,
The one to help me forget
The man that broke my heart, my soul
The man that haunts me yet?

You tell me that I'm beautiful
Something I've never heard
But the one still lives here in my mind
That couldn't spare a kind word

It's going to be hard to forget
And pick up the pieces he left
Could you be the one to teach
How to love again and forget?

Could you be the one to come
And mend my broken heart?
Are you willing to piece together
What another broke apart?

It won't be an easy job, you see
My road has been long and rough
And the heart that was once so soft
Is now shut, locked, and tough

But I can feel my heart open again
It's opening for you
Just come in, and love me back
That's all you have to do

I must ask you one small thing
Before we kiss and part
Please be nice and kind to me
I'm tired of broken hearts