Friendship is turquoise like a treasured friendship bracelet
And also like the sky on a memory-filled summer day.
It pulses through the veins of my soul.
It reminds me of the time when everything in the usually unjust world was perfect.
It makes me feel warm inside, like a steamy, creamy cup of hot cocoa.
It makes me want to reveal the person I am in the shadowy depths of my inner self
Because nothing matters, not what critical people say or think
As long as I have my friends.