Beauty In Friendship Poem by Dredan Brian

Spoken selfness,

I'm not myself,

I am a social human,
All I
lack is a friend,

What does a true friend
look like?

What is he called?

Is she beautiful?

I don't need a handsome
one,

A beautiful one will do,

One that will chuckle me,

Smile deeply,

Laugh out my lungs,

And admit she is a friend,

No, I mean a true friend,

I got many on my list,

Some handsome,

Some beautiful,

And obviously them ugly
ones don't miss,

I nurture both,

I nurture their friendship,

Though some need not to
be in me life,

Almost all,

They gave love,

They're ugly friends,

Not attractive,

They got ugly friendship,

Them handsome ones are
too inquisitive with my life,

my affairs,

They want to extract my
heart,

Plug out by mind,

To get deep inside me,

I must say they're
destructive,

Not appreciative,

While I struggle to nurture
these beings,

I have any eye on them
beautiful ones,

They're inquisitive yes,

But with a mission to
prosper me dreams,

They're amazingly credible,

That's why I love them,

Not them ugly friends,

Not them handsome,

I mean them beauty in
them friendship,

I love a beauty in
friendship,

I love beauty,

I need beautiful friends