You're my

You're my

A Poem by Aekmy

You are my best friend.

A hero to me,

And I hope someday you will mend

From all of the mess we have seen.

 

You are my sister.

An idol to me,

And I pray you will find happiness

In everything from land to sea.

 

You are my world.

A sphere of hope,

And I know someday you won’t need to hold

Me in your arms so tightly

Because I will have found my way in the world,

I will have found a way to cope

Without you.

 

 

I am your best friend.

A hero to you,

That shines brightly in the sun

That loves to have fun and play too.

 

I am your sister

An idle to you,

You’re A to Z

And your 1 to 10 too.

 

I am your world.

A sphere of hope,

That won’t need to watch you forever

Because someday soon you will find

Your wings and fly in the sky.

Just like a feather

You will come back to me

And you’ll let me see the shining

Sea in your eyes.

I just won’t believe.

 

© 2009 Aekmy


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Aekmy
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This poem expresses true friendship. I really enjoy how the first part starts out with "you are", and the second part "I am". It's a nice contrast. Two grammatical errors: the title "you're" and the second stanza "idol". The entire thing was phenomenal, you obviously have a knack for poetry!

Posted 15 Years Ago


I really love this. I can relate deeply. My sister, who is unbiologically my sister, means the world to me and this poem really touched me. I can kind of sense maybe an inside joke between you and your best friend when you talk about A to Z & 1-100. Heartfelt and real :)

Posted 15 Years Ago


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