Only the giggles are exuberant
And the smiles spread wide.
She'll stand tall,
Somewhat indifferent,
Always there.
Too kind,
Always listening to us
Always there for us
As a friend,
As a shoulder to lean on,
Offering comfort all day
In boredom and in panic.
She'll always be around.
Until she won't.
And I swear,
When she's gone,
Gone too far,
Someone we never noticed before
Will suddenly come alife
As if a cannon strick us
And took away arms, legs,
And paralyzing us.
We'll finally realize,
But it'll be too late.
Eh. Idk how to describe my friend, justine. Shes so nice and kind and caring, an amazing artist, and crazy awesome. Thanks for putting up with all my fangirliness and insanity ^^
Third installation of my ****** poems, none of it will ever be good enough to describe my wonderful friends, but hey, better than nothing, aye?
Crossing fields
-sao theme