What Did I Do Wrong . . .

We were so close together
Now so far apart
What happened in between
I can only feel in my heart

I wish you were here
To talk with me today
But I can't give a call
My body won't obey

Things seemed to be so perfect
Now they seem so wrong
I don't feel as though I know you
Where has our friendship gone

You used to be able to talk with me
About everything you felt
Now I feel I'm a stranger
My heart is starting to melt

We always used to talk
Until the middle of the night
I don't know what we talked about
But never once in a fight

I need you in my life
I need you as a friend
I need to laugh and cry with you
Forever 'till the end

I still don't know what has happened
Our friendship has lasted so long
But I can't help from wondering
What did I do wrong . . ?



Poem by - Nimmika

On Friendship

This a chapter taken from Gibran's
famous book The PROPHET


And a youth said, "Speak to us of Friendship."
Your friend is your needs answered.
He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.
And he is your board and your fireside.
For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.
When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the "nay" in your own mind, nor do you withhold the "ay."
And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart;
For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed.
When you part from your friend, you grieve not;
For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.
And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit.
For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery is not love but a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable is caught.
And let your best be for your friend.
If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also.
For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill?
Seek him always with hours to live.
For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness.
And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.
For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.

by Kahlil Gibran