Return to Archive My Friend by Christina Hall You've been my friend, Through good and bad My constant, my touchstone, Whether happy or sad. Upon your shoulder, I cried many tears. And you've seen me through, All my lonely years. It was on you, That I could always call. And you'd drop everything, So you could catch me when I'd fall. Now these thoughts won't end, As my head starts to spin. Because I think of you now, As more than a friend. I know that you love her, I'd never break something true. But let me ask you this, Does she love you like I do? Does she know your darkest secrets? Kept deep within your soul? Does she know all the little things? Please, this I have to know. Through good times and bad, You've been my friend. But this secret I'll have to keep, Until the bitter end.