“There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature.” ― Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey
When you hold out your hand in friendship
And find yourself ignored
You blame yourself for some kind of slip
But you have no idea what and feel unmoored.
When your life is turned upside down
And you’ve been left alone on the ground
Then you reach out for those friends
Only to find closed doors at the end.
Oft repeated this rejection brings despair
You begin to feel there’s no-one who cares
Each time you reach out your hand
You feel strapped by a huge leather band.
Heartbreak, oft repeated closes the heart
To protect from more pain at the start
Each attempt to befriend seems rejected
There’s no point to repeat being dejected.
Real friends are hard to find
The hand of friendship goes often undetected
Surrounded by friends you are not seen
Your hand of friendship not valued it seems.
So loneliness follows in your wake
Your hands empty in heartache
Neither hugs or calls nor letters will fall
Into your life despite your hearts call.
Where are the Real Friends of mine
Why have I been left feeling like I’m dying
Is my friendship somehow lacking
That I see you go backing
Away from me faster than night
As my heart breaks in two like the light.
No more shall I roam on the highway
Of the road some call Real Friends byways
Leaving heartache and pain in the night
As I wander alone in the light.

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If I should call, would you be a Real Friend?

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So very true. I’m close by, but sometimes, that’s not enough – a girl needs a girlfriend to share with as well…
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