![]() Best FriendA Poem by MeghanMillie
He was my best friend
No He is my best friend He's still here Even though the air around me has thickened And the shadows creep up my arms into my weak veins He is my best friend People use gay like a bad thing Like loving someone is an insult But when you don't put yourself under the category of loving another that way You feel like something is wrong with you Like the way you look at her is invisible to all around you He is my best friend You know those weird bush half pine trees that grow in cemeteries He said they only grow there because they thrive on sadness If they thrive on sadness then why don't they grow on me He is my best friend I remember we laid on the hill The moon shone and his smile shined right back The stars seemed like dim fireflies compared to his heart Baby 1923 Grasky I visit my best friend often Lovely 1890 He sits to the east Johanna Mother and friend He is my best friend He made me feel like tigers and stripes lived in the forest instead of my skin I'll never forget when you kissed my palm and said you'd always be here Where are you? You're my best friend I've forgotten what stone you're made of He IS my best friend Why does no one place flowers at the base of the stone they put you under? He is my best friend
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Added on March 1, 2017 Last Updated on March 1, 2017 |