Side by side,
To you’ll ill confine.
You’re my sister,
From another mister!
Threw thick and thin,
I swear you’re my twin ; )
Tears, and fears,
You always listen with your ears!
Shopping and boys,
Lots of laughs and noise.
Truth and dare,
And 0h what should we wear?
I am so lucky,
Luckier then a rubber ducky!
We get our exercise when we walk,
And boy oh boy do we talk.
Blonde times,
And score rhymes!
Icky guys,
And a heath poster prize!!
Subway, and purses,
And Ethan’s baby verses!
Kisses from red heads.
And Mommy’s sowing kit for broken threads.
Skirts and American eagle,
And don’t forget the Hollister seagull.
Orientation…was the best,
I am glad I moved here, not out west!
Cheer tryouts, and freshman team,
Its okay we will be SUPREME!
Chocolate fights, a graffiti wall,
0o and Winning dodge ball!
Parties, and food,
Now this sexy poem I must conclude!
But…8th grade was a blast,
And I hope in HS this BFF will last!!
