Wish that I was there
Waiting in your storm
So you could see me through the rain
That I could take you where it's warm
It's plain old friendship that I offer
A comforter's gentle touch
There comes a time when one reaches out
To those that hurt too much
Not romantic love I offer
But a friendship's warmth
When you call out in your heart's pain
I want to be waiting in your storm
It's rare that I draw. Let me rephrase that; it's really rare that I draw. In all my 10 years of being a furry, this is the only the second image I drew that's appeared online. I don't write poetry all that often, either.
This is for the artist SilverWolfEntertainment, who was going through a really rough patch. So I drew him a picture that shows me (the lynx on the right), putting a paw on his shoulder.