My Best Friend Poem by Lissa Parks

My Best Friend

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She was always there for me,
we talk about things that I
would never talk to anyone about.

We laugh and cry together,
We do a lot of things together,
we argue about things that we
both disagree about.

There's a lot of things that I
miss about her. A lot of times I
wish...
She was here.

If she was here right now, things that
are happening now, the people that I'm really
close how I wouldn't have.

She was the coolest person I've
ever met.
I miss her a LOT but I know I'll
see her again, some day soon.

My Best Friend is my MOM! ! !

Saturday, June 16, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: mom
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jazib Kamalvi 16 June 2018

Write comment. Good poem, Lissa. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks

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Stay Where u Are 16 June 2018

So i can all over your rubbish

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Your Psychiatrist 16 June 2018

Your best friend is those fingers of yours. One up v..ag other up a.n..us working them in rhythm. Coming so your body heaves then you s..h..i.t yourself

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