••Jim•• Jim is my best friend. He has learned to bend Where others would break. I now know he isn't a fake. His feelings come from the heart, I know he hates when we depart. His eyes are blue. He doesn't get the flu Because he lives on Ginsana. Jim is my sunshine. He looks oh so fine. I can't sleep Because I dream of the day when we will finally meet. Jim walks the waters edge, While all I have is a bush's hedge. I wake up early so we can talk, While he stays up late to write. We have only had one fight.... Never again. When I am sore, He softens the floor. When I am falling, He is there calling. Jerry makes us merry. It was in December, And now we both remember. We are like one. We have fun. Jim makes the week That much less bleak. Jim is the wind whispering in my ear Telling me not to fear. Jim is my crutch When I feel like a clutz. Jim is nice. He eats rice. Jim is the north While I am the south. He is the male I am the female. When we are together Everything feels better. Jim is always there for me, He even waits for me to pee. Jim gives a nice word While I sit like a terd. I say things to Jim That I would only say to him. Jim and I will never depart, For he always has a place in my heart...
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem for my best friend Jim. He means the world to me. I dont know what I would do without him.
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