My Best Friend Poem by Desiree Whitamore

i called her up to tell her,
i was fed up with out her and i
needed some comfort i'd been denying
well she helped me without even trying.
i told her i needed to leave and she said
'well pick me up please,
cuz i know just how you feel right now.'
she said before she picked up she knew what'd this be about

well i don't think i know the answers
we don't have to be blood to be sisters
i don't know the rules from start to end.
but i do know this, and i do believe it
i will always be your best friend
even when times get hard
we can see heart to heart
that we never will be apart
we will always share this special kind of bond

she was there through it all
from my non popular high school fall
to the day i told her about my dad.
she said she hated him too for
his name, his blood, his attitude
to name a few.
and there she was holding my hand
when he wouldn't understand.

so i'd like the time to thank everybody
who's lucky enough to be somebody
who always takes the time for you're bestest friend.
speaking as someone
who had to have a shoulder to cry on
i'd be stuck, in god knows where with out her.
and when i was failing math
she was the best tutor a girl could have
she spent hours telling me what to
i'm lucky to have you.

(this is for all the people who have a best friend that they could thank! !)