Parents are always the best,
but there is always stuff that needs to be put to rest..
for that stuff come in yr friends...
A boyfriend may be my tree to hold on in the worst of the days,
but its a friend who will be my weeping pillow in the billowing bays..
a pillow for comfort and joy, of familiarity and adventurous forays..
The person who called it a friends day,
had he had friends, would have known that we need no days...
every day is the celebration of the joy and hope,
and every minute is of remembrance and fondness...
When the mind is without fear, and my head is held high,
I know am with u guys, i know am home...... :) :)
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