Walking down the street,
with my best friend...
You have and always will be my best friend. I will...
As i stand
listening to them talk...
*my older sister Mary wrote this poem when she was...
My little sister...
Run through fields of dreams,
Touch my hand...
When I look at you
Do you wanna know what I see...
I love you more than you could ever know
Even though sometimes it doesn't show...
Your friendship is like a rose,
And each day it grows...
When you've fallen hard,
When you've hit the ground...
Friendship is not done by seeing & talking to...
But through the way of feelings...
She hung up on me.
i didn't bother calling again...
The reason i didn't tell you. Is because i know...