Musings on a friendship

[jonadine]

You are mine, my shopping friend with the tired feet

with whom all things miraculously fit and are my style.

 

You are mine, my laughing friend with whom drinking is perilous,

For the contents end up exiting my nose more often then not.

 

You are mine, the friend with whom I have eaten and drunk

until I know all your habits, even exactly when you will get up to go wash your hands.

 

You are mine, the friend with whom I can be obnoxious,

and know always that there is comfortable silence waiting for me.

 

You are mine, my cake eating friend with whom birthdays are spent,

and the presents are your presence.

 

You are my umbrella drinks friend, the tijuana friend,

the friend in alaska who swears like a trucker.

 

You are my coffee friend, barista friend,

the one who drinks mochas deliciously.

 

You are my snuggle friend with the soft blankets and the scary movies,

my friend who makes popcorn and sits on the floor.

 

You are the sister of my heart, my tear-wet shoulder,

my loyal friend and fierce defender.

 

You are the scary friend, the mean girl born to make the lowly crawl,

and behind your back I praise you constantly.

 

You are my trip to the ocean, my sunny vacation,

my silly roadtrip to nowhere in particular.

 

I am yours, your friend whom you shush

in public places for being a little too loud.

 

I am yours, your loyal friend,

the one who comes when you call.

 

I am yours, tested by distance, tempered by time,

and forged in faith, these ties are now unbreakable.

 

Like a duckling, I have imprinted, and I love you.

For gods sake, dont die.

Edited August 31, 2010 by Jomeansme

[Ozymandias]

I honestly have no idea what to say other than "Beautiful."

[jonadine]

You are mine, my shopping friend with the tired feet

with whom all things miraculously fit and are my style.

 

 

You are mine, my laughing friend with whom drinking is perilous,

For the contents end up exiting my nose more often then not.

 

 

You are mine, the friend with whom I have eaten and drunk

until I know all your habits, even exactly when you will get up to go wash your hands.

 

 

You are mine, the friend with whom I can be obnoxious,

and know always that there is comfortable silence waiting for me.

 

 

You are mine, my cake eating friend with whom birthdays are spent,

and the presents are your presence.

 

 

You are my umbrella drinks friend, the Tijuana friend, the friend in Alaska who swears like a trucker.

 

 

You are my coffee friend, barista friend, the one who drinks mochas deliciously.

 

 

You are my snuggle friend with the soft blankets and the scary movies, my friend who makes popcorn and sits on the floor.

 

 

You are the sister of my heart, my tear-wet shoulder, my loyal friend and fierce defender.

 

 

You are the scary friend, the mean girl born to make the lowly crawl, and behind your back I praise you constantly.

 

 

I am yours, your trip to the ocean, your sunny vacation, your silly road trip to nowhere in particular.

 

 

I am yours, your friend whom you shush in public places for being a little too loud, even though it never works.

 

 

I am yours, your loyal friend, the one who will always come when you call.

 

 

I am yours, tested by distance, forged in faith, and tempered by time, these ties are now unbreakable.

 

 

I am yours, like a duckling, I have imprinted, and I love you. For god's sake, don't die. 

[jonadine]

I think this might be done...I like the rhythm.

[Appy]

It's a good rhythm and conveys what you wanna say in an elegant way.

So apart from niggling with the rhythm here and there and nit-picking on words it's good in my book already.

The one thing that threw me off was the duckling at the end. Where did that come from?

 

Good luck on your revising

[jonadine]

You are mine, my shopping friend with the tired feet

with whom all things miraculously fit and are my style.

 

 

You are mine, my laughing friend with whom drinking is perilous,

For the contents end up exiting my nose more often then not.

 

 

You are mine, the friend with whom I have eaten and drunk

until I know all your habits, even exactly when you will go wash your hands.

 

 

You are mine, the friend with whom I can be obnoxious,

and know always that there is comfortable silence waiting for me.

 

 

You are mine, my cake eating friend with whom birthdays are spent,

the party is maaaahvelous, and the presents are your presence.

 

You are my snuggle friend with soft blankets and scary movies, my friend who makes popcorn and sits on the floor.

 

You are the scary friend, the mean girl born to make the lowly crawl, and behind your back I praise you constantly.

 

You are my umbrella drinks friend, the Tijuana friend, the friend in Alaska who swears like a trucker.

 

You are my coffee friend, barista friend, the one who drinks mochas deliciously.

 

You are the sister of my heart, my tear-wet shoulder, my loyal friend and fierce defender.

 

I am yours, your trip to the ocean, your sunny vacation, your silly road trip to nowhere in particular.

 

I am yours, your loyal friend, the one who will always come when you call.

 

I am yours, tested by distance, forged in faith, and tempered by time, these ties are now unbreakable.

 

I am yours and I love you. For god's sake, don't die. 

Edited January 1, 2013 by Jomeansme

[jonadine]

I know the ending is sort of jarring, but I kind of like it.