Friends,

By The Green One

Be my friend, please.

Don’t wander, don’t restrict, don’t make a group so big you give yourself whiplash trying to see all of them at once!

Be my friend, please.

I like the person you are, I like to be around you, I like to talk, and to listen and to chat, and to feel with you.

Be my friend, please.

When you’re around, I know there’s something special, I know there’s something good. Look into my eyes.

Be my friend, please.

You’ve put in too many people, you’ve made it such a ‘group,’ so you’ve had to make up rules. Don’t do this to yourself.

Be my friend, please!

Why can’t we all be friends, instead of being friendly? Why cant we just be friends, instead of being guests?

Please, please be my friend!

I’ve watched you hurt your group, and worry about nothing. I’ve watched you keep on trying, when you’ve already achieved.

Why won’t you just be my friend?

Do we have to be some people who come to a big party, or can we be the friends who just come to hang out?

I’ll beg you, if need be, just please me by friend!

These words may cast a sting, but don’t you look away. Read until the end, and let me in someday.

I’ll be your friend as soon as you let me.

Can’t you see you’re loved, and can’t you see we care? The ‘group’s become too large, and I feel like a piece, instead of a friend.

If you don’t want a friend in me, then I guess I’ll walk away.

I stay here loyally, I’ll wait till you calm down. Can you let our group of friends ever be ‘friends’ before ‘group’?

Please, be my friend...