Like fine lace
friendships are woven...
Your sitting with me
its safe and sound...
Beautiful little girls
In your dresses that swirl...
You are a friend who is very kind
You share your faith for all to hold...
Departed from what seems home;
I have no place to go at all...
As I lie in my bed
I stare at the ceiling...
Our friendship was the best
But it sadly had to end...
When you're hurting
My heart it breaks...
Sometimes i just sit back and wonder
What exactly my childhood was all about...
It was my first time
How can I forget...
I see you everyday.
But do I know you...
**Well I wrote this poem at midnight, as I was...
I talk about my "angels" a lot...