In life, there is always a hierarchy
Be it in colors
Be it in food
This is true for best friends as well
I have different levels
And maybe you disagree
But I feel it is the truth for me
Long ago, I had a friend
Say her name was Julia
My first year in the US is when I met her
She didn't mock my accent
Or the way I did things
She became my best friend
4 years later, we left for separate schools
We lost the connection
The everyday conversation
She became the best friend that went away
But still has a place in my memories
Next in rank
The best friend who is far
But still tries to reach you
Be it by seeing you on computer or in person
It doesn't matter how
They will take a plane to speak to you
But the best friends that are close
They always see you
You have memories being made every second
You have inside jokes laughed about over days
But they are not the top of the hierarchy
They are not the rulers of the other best friends
As for me,
It's my parents
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Book Of Poems
PoesiaStarted writing poems on Tumblr, decided to put them all into a book on here. :) For those that were requested on tumblr and on here, it will say at the top that it was requested. If there is no indication, then I wrote it with a request. :) Some of...
