Woven with many colors,
Magenta,
Gold,
Grey,
Black,
Woven with so much care,
Not one imperfection lies in its string.
Woven in a pattern,
That can not be described,
It is too complicated,
Like the friendship it represents.
Too complicated to be described in words.
Only capable of being described though feeling.

As it wraps around your wrist after so many years,
You remember,
You remember the little girl that you
Bought it from all those years ago,
You gave her two dollars,
And now you realize she deserved more,
She deserved more for putting in
All those painstaking hours,
To make that bracelet perfect.
To make it mean something,
It might never mean anything to you,
And she knew it,
But she knows,
It will always mean something to her.