My Friend.. Poem by brittney abrams

PLEASE INPUT YOUR OPINIONS AFTER READING, I WILL GLADLY DO THE SAME =)

Back in the day, we were never close friends,
Because jealousy occurs and the drama never ends.
We are a little bit older and came to realization,
immaturity grown out, and let loose on occasions.
With our share of fun, a friendship has grown.
Without worrying about others lives and focusing on our own.
With sensible conversations, ive seen your knowledge is bold,
which im sure is something you have already been told.
I always have fun and laugh at our INTERESTING conversations,
But its always the same subject, with no innovation.
my honesty is surprising when you and I converse,
With you i feel comfortable expressing my thoughts and my concerns.
Point being, I enjoy the time that we spend,
your someone that I can trust and can call “my friend.”