I knew she was my best friend.
I knew she was my bud...

This poem is dedicated to you, Jackie
We've been bestfriends for seven years...

She sat there in the basement,
only with a knife...

I once had a friend
Who's name was Red...

A family helps you learn and grow,
teaches you when it is right to say...

My dad's annoying
my dad is sad...

People say that the hardest transition
is from elementary to junior high...

You are my angel,
living up high in the clouds...

I have never felt so free
like a bird u have released me...

He writes me notes,
he comes and goes...

Thanks you guys for helping me grow
and thank you for being with me since a long time...

We have been best buds buds for soo long
now it seems like we are drifting apart...