Poetry

To the Person Who Never Left.

This isn't a love story.
Well it's a story about a dear friend.
My bestfriend.
I met her at four years old and now at seventeen she is still here.
She may deny her beauty at times but she's perfect and I shall continue to tell her this.
To the days where her face shines like a diamond from that gorgeous highlight to the days where she says "I just woke up and I'm here".
To the person who always makes me laugh when I feel like I'm going to cry.
She a diamond that I'd be happy to carry.
We get so lost trying to find our soulmate that we forget who we call when it all goes wrong.
She is the one I love and shall continue to love forever.
She might not be Prince Charming but she will return your calls.
She is a peony in a garden full of dandelions.
She is my soulmate.
The friend I always needed.