Originally handwritten...
I met her when we were six
she was standing alone next to a...
Nothing Can Say Thanks
Thursday, May 17, 2012...
You and me are like peas in a pod.
Always together like sisters...
She knows I stand outside
and feel thoughts ripple underneath my skin...
Beautiful friend
Fly to me...
If you turn sick,
Ill turn sick...
Standing by,
All the way...
Every time we fall
We stumble...
Best friends to the end best friend until we die...
this is decated to my friend chris he the best...
You use to hang out at the park with my brother...
I hear her sorrow song
playing upon the clouds...