He knows I had troubles, so you are what he brought; for me to ask if you are my friend, or are you not. God was very wise, on how he chose this friend; for you are the one, who I know always has a hand to lend. And don't you ever worry, because I'll be there for you too; for we are best friends, and we both know it's true. I end up always wondering, are we friends or are we not; but in the end I know, I have the best friend anyone has got. I know that sometimes, I may be a pain; but in the end we both know, we had fighted for something so lame. I hope things never change between us, especially when we have other things to tend; because a spot in my life would be torn, if we could not be friends to the end. For that I will end this, with a little note to say; you are my best friend, and I hope it stays that way.
Reason for writing:
This poem is for my best friend ever, who I love dearly, and no one could ever change what I think about her. This poem is also true for our friendship I beleive.
Birth sign: Cancer
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