A Real Friendship Is Built On Trust

I can feel your emotions; you don’t have to explain.
I can share your thoughts; we are on the same train.
When you smile, I smile. When you cry, I smile.
I stay strong, even if it hurts, because I know it’s worthwhile.

The memories we’ve built together won’t ever vanish.
Our friendship is made of these, and friendship can’t perish.
To be a friend is to be loyal. It takes years—and thus, many tears—
But together we stand strong and eliminate our darkest fears.

I’ve been there for you; I’ve seen people come in and out of your life.
I’ve suffered while people hurt you, while we were in strife.
We’ve always listened to each other, without judging or criticizing.
We gave up parts of ourselves to understand and rise together, realizing.

I would give up more than I could if I had to save you, my friend.
Because you are a big part of my life, a piece with no end.
All I want to say is thank you for being there for me—
As a brother, as a friend, I will always help you feel free.

I am your friend, and I want the best for you,
Not to change who you are, like many will try to.
I’ve spent thirty minutes writing this poem here
For the trust I have in you will never disappear.

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