I want my best friend
I want his warmth and broad shoulders,
I’ve cried on them so many times
but tonight I don’t reach out to him
asking to dry my eyes.
I want his bellied laugh,
and the gentle way he breathes
I want his arms around me
as he helps me drift to sleep
I want his playful comments,
cause they’re funny and they’re kind
I want to hear him talk for hours,
to help relax my mind.
I want to eat too many cookies
have some hot chocolate or some tea
I want to build a pillow fort
and watch some dumb movie
I’m not looking for romance,
I don’t want kisses just to spend
a tired night of cuddles
with my closest, dearest friend
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