what friends do!

she was laughing,
but it was not funny,
I joined the laughter though,
not because it is funny,
or she is funny,
but that's what friends do!
she was crying,
I was not in her shoes to feel her pain,
but I cried,
because her shoes were mine too,
because we were sharing,
I think that's what friends do!
she is weird,
but I don't see the weirdo part in her,
may be am weird too,
because birds of same feathers flock together,
she sees me her and I see her me,
I think that's what friends do!
©bluewriter