Friend,
You are ever so dear to me.
Lengthy man
With brown skin,
Tall stance
And marvelous grin
A man of pure wit and comedy,
Always laughing even in tragedy.
A loyal friend that'll
fight by you in your fight.
And a comrade that'll stand by your side.
In a place filled with strangers;
You were the first to be my friend.
We shook hands on that day
And decided to be brothers till the end.
We've got each others backs,
Through thick and thin.
Laugh at battles;
Not caring if we lose or win
Alas, we are inching closer
To leaving the home we call "school"
A chapter is almost finished
And life is opening a new door.
We may go our seperate ways but
I believe, in the near distant future, our paths shall cross once more.
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A Collection Of Thoughts
PoetryA collction of poems, shorts stories and other stuff that spawns in my silly little head, written by yours truly
