FLOWERS WILL DIE SUNS WILL SET BUT YOUR A FRIEND I...
I called you friend for part of my whole life,
With you I've shared my love and strife...
I hate to think that this poem sounds a little...
I talk to you on the phone...
I met her one summer day
At the age of 10...
*today i realized that I've made a bunch of poems...
In my 15 years of living...
For being there when I cry,
Always here, always there in my sigh...
Tell me what's on your mind,
I really do want to know...
To a friend that made me laugh,
Who is always there to help me up...
We were the best of friends
you where white I was black...
I'm sitting here all alone
waiting for you to come back home...
Never good enough
i always come up short somehow...
You are the kind of friend
That I can always count on...