I think of friendship as a sewing thread,
A kind that binds the two hearts of two souls,
It’s there for us when things are torn and shred,
And to cover up all the tattered holes,
I think of friendship as a golden chain,
Linking memories from past and present,
Sometimes filled with moments that seem inane,
But nothing I feel that was not worth spent,
I think of friendship as a violin,
The music may go on and off some days,
But the strings will always be placed within,
And at the music we will stand amaze,
I think of friendship like a fragile glass,
Once it is broken it will be the last,



