My compassionate friend

by jazzmen angelo   Mar 11, 2012


She is that conversation i cánnot miss. He is that banquet of roses laying across my bed.
She is that hug i except after class. She is that note we always pass.
He is that kiss i sometime seem to steal. He is that hand that i hold.
She is that moment were we both endure the worst. He is that moment when all else doesnt work.
I am his greatest achievements. I am her compelling friend. And as we sit out this day our friendship will never end.
When you are the one to try and steal our smile you still be the one to make it worth wild.
As you think your ruing our day we laugh and gigle in your face.
Because a friendship this strong overcome the deepest and darkest struggles of all time.
But when we doubt it it seems to slip our minds but dont worry tomorrow we will be ok. Because our badgered situation as a happy ending.

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