I'm sitting here writing about what you mean to me,
realizing only now how hard this is going to be.
Memories flooding my mind,
mere words I cannot find.
Sentences trying to escape,
formitable thoughts I cannot make.
You make me smile and you make me laugh,
just merely remembering good times in the past.
You make me cry and you make me weep,
a secret from you I could never keep.
To you, I was an open book.
I thank you everyday for taking a deeper look.
You made an impact on me the first day,
that's why these words are so hard to say,
and my feelings so hard to express.
You're the one thing in my life that isn't a mess.
Your hug and your gentle touch,
warm me inside like nothing before.
I know you're always there for me,
I just have to open the door.
You're taught me so many things,
like what having a best friend, really means.
