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Dedicated to my best friend: xmilkxwayx
It's unbelievable
that you have this one friend
who can always be relatable
Always there to defend
whenever I'm in trouble
or whenever plastics join in and attend
She's an angel
sometimes though
because she's a devil in every angle
Also supportive in every go
I'm kidding at that devil part
plot twist, she's a psycho
Although we're miles apart
she's still able to cheer me up
isn't she a sweetheart?
Hey, Sara what's up?
don't mind me exposing you on here
thank you for dealing with my recent breakup
Yes, I can be an ass here and there
but you love me so
you don't care!
Whoa
I'm ranting random things
let's get this over with pronto!
Anyways, if I had the chance I would sing
how important you are
and that to me you are a blessing
Thank you, for trying to heal my scars
thank you for being there for me always
and is one of my happy stars
Even if you're away
I'm glad that I met your silly ass
for how many days
Even when you always got that sass
and when you're annoying me almost all the time
I hope our friendship will last
I also hope you understand these rhymes
and oh, did I mention that I love you
but I know you love your pizza more, which is a crime!
And whenever I'm always blue
you'd be there in an instant
but really, it's not something new
Oh the moments
funny, crazy, and goofy
just like us, little peasants
And as stupid as I can be
I'd still be your best friend every day
even when I still don't love me for being me
And now let's end this and I dare say
that from the cringe, you need to pray
Well that's too late for now
but eh, all I gotta do now is
bows
-A-
If you're wondering why this isn't a sad poem, it is 'cuz you know what, I hit my head accidentally on the headboard of my bed.
A semi-sad poem but mostly cringe.
Thank me later.
My best friend,
Pan Pan
Love,
ARA
P.S: I had to at least include one happy poem in this book somewhere, so here it is! A little happy poetry wouldn't be harmful, would it?
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