These Pictures Poem by Bella Ski

When I was younger, we had a group of friends and one boy who was 2 years older than me, lets call him K, was the 'leader' of our friend group, he was also my best friend. Everyone looked up to him and he was always nice to me. Well the other day i found these pictures in my room of when we were all really little and like i said in my poem, memories began to bloom. Like how I once had blue eyes. Or when we had wrestling matches on the front lawn and although I was the only girl, I still beat most of the guys, besides K who was an actual wresler and my older brother who was twice my size at the time. Now all of us are older and I havent seen either any of them in a really long time. I am friends with 2 out of those 10 people who were in that friend group and it makes me pretty sad that now the only way I can see them is through pictures. So I juts thought I should write a poem about it