Poems for the Lost

best friend

she makes me happy,

she helps me smile.

she knows she's special, 

even if she thinks its only for awhile.

she lets me vent,

then we argue with the wall, our style. 

we have our inside jokes,

the ones we'll carry on even to the days we walk down the aisle.

we know each other's stories,

the ones that go on for miles.

but no matter what happens,

our laughs and tears, they will compile,

we've become such an important part in each other's lifestlyes, 

that our smiles will continue, for a long, long while.