BLUE EYES:
There's a friend I have.
Been around since I could remember.
He had a little thing for me.
That's when I considered him my enemy. So I threw a shoe at him.
He cried, and I thought he'd forget about me.
But I guess his blue eyes, couldn't look away from me.
He was my best friends brother, and I had to prove I wasn't just his sisters friend.
I was gonna be the girl he'd never forget.
So I was as mean as I could be to him.
There were a few times that I could remember where he seemed to be mad at me, but that's what I wanted.
So I continued to be worse.
But I guess somewhere in time, I was so focused on being worse to him, he became a friend.
Now today, here I sit with my best pal, til the end of time.
He wont leave my sight, because my blue eyed enemy became my best friend.
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PoetryA collection of short/long poems I have written through out the years. Some sad/depressing and some happy.