Best Friends

A poem about being best friends

Best Friends

I still remember,

the day you lit up my life,

with that big old smile on your face.

 

You walked into the room,

in your skirt and designer shoes,

me in my jeans and converse.

We may be opposite,

We may be different,

but that’s what makes us,

Best Friends.

The End

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