Friends - Poem by lanesa mantia
I've always been able to call you a friend,
the kind that would willingly be there untill the end.
But Over time i've noticed an empty whole in my heart specially developed for someone like you,
because through the good and the bad, you keep me feeling blue.
You always know how I feel,
the only one that knows my favorite color is teal.
We know things about each other that no one else does,
I know what I feel, but do you feel this buzz.
Just a boy and a girl cluelessy falling in love,
Helping with problems you simply want to get rid of.
It's just to bad we can never be,
the way I always pictured you and me.
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