You're standing there,
Gloves on loose,
Not helping you,
Pulls me like a noose.
I go over,
Just to say hi,
With an ice-creamed nose,
You sweetly reply.
I look at you,
With 6 tubs of ice cream,
After all, wouldn't you help,
If you were me?
We talk the night away
While scooping ice-cream,
We laugh, we die,
At some things,
We want to cry.
But we don't cry,
For we are strong,
Our friendship,
Is a deep-hearted song.
YOU ARE READING
7th Grade Trio
PoetryThis is a few more than a few more than a few poems about me and some of my close friends (Kylea and Claire) cover made by @Claire_the_bookworm
