Treasure Island

Vanessa Hernandez

(06-20-1994 / Bejing)

My best friend?


You are the best I can ask for
But every time I talk to you

I remember everything that happened
How we went through so much

We are still good friends
who am I kidding we're the best!

But sometimes I wonder
'Will we ever be together again? '

You are my best friend
and so am I to you

and forever............................we shall be

Oh shall it not be what I have thought
because what is a best friend?

Let alone a friend?
Tell me not that it is one

Who may decieve you, hurt you, lie to you...
Rather things like that?

Or shall you tell me not they are.
Tell me, who can prove to me what a friend is.

Submitted: Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Edited: Thursday, June 11, 2009
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