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I looked over, and by chance I saw you You came to visit our school for the day Because you were thinking about moving there I thought you were pretty attractive But I knew you would never think that of me I started being nice to you, because of the kindness in my heart Like when you smiled at me, I smiled back And even when you couldn't find the restrooms, I showed you When J came up to say "hi", I introduced you Little did we know that we would become best friends Let a year go by, and I'm in sixth grade with J You were in seventh, but we still had class You told stories of how you came to this world, and saw J A little poor boy on the side of the river, his eyes a light blue You said you adopted J, then went out for more exploring About a month later, you said, is when you saw me A little imp, lost and confused, with gleaming grey eyes You said that's how we became family J and I, brother and sister, While you were the father holding us together But you knew that wasn't true You knew that it was really I who was the glue between us Holding together the girl who acted like a boy, The kind and gentle Californian-looking boy, And yourself, the obnoxious but sweet new kid But we were inseparable, no  matter the differences Skip another year ahead, when J and I were in seventh And you were in eighth, the last year of the school We tried to make it work But alas, we were doomed to shatter I was a girl J a boy and you a boy It would never last forever We were still friends, but no longer "the trio of classmates" No longer best friends And as you graduated, I could hardly keep my tears from flowing J squeezed my arm, too sad to have sanity Before you left the building, You engulfed us in one last group hug Before walking into the future Leaving J and I behind, forever The year after, it didn't feel the same There was always a hole in my heart, Yelling because I had lost a part of me I had lost one of my best friends Forever
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Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 10:33 PM UTC
Losing a Best Friend (a story-poem)
I looked over, and by chance I saw you You came to visit our school for the day Because you were thinking about moving there I thought you were pretty attractive But I knew you would never think that of me I started being nice to you, because of the kindness in my heart Like when you smiled at me, I smiled back And even when you couldn't find the restrooms, I showed you When J came up to say "hi", I introduced you Little did we know that we would become best friends Let a year go by, and I'm in sixth grade with J You were in seventh, but we still had class You told stories of how you came to this world, and saw J A little poor boy on the side of the river, his eyes a light blue You said you adopted J, then went out for more exploring About a month later, you said, is when you saw me A little imp, lost and confused, with gleaming grey eyes You said that's how we became family J and I, brother and sister, While you were the father holding us together But you knew that wasn't true You knew that it was really I who was the glue between us Holding together the girl who acted like a boy, The kind and gentle Californian-looking boy, And yourself, the obnoxious but sweet new kid But we were inseparable, no  matter the differences Skip another year ahead, when J and I were in seventh And you were in eighth, the last year of the school We tried to make it work But alas, we were doomed to shatter I was a girl J a boy and you a boy It would never last forever We were still friends, but no longer "the trio of classmates" No longer best friends And as you graduated, I could hardly keep my tears from flowing J squeezed my arm, too sad to have sanity Before you left the building, You engulfed us in one last group hug Before walking into the future Leaving J and I behind, forever The year after, it didn't feel the same There was always a hole in my heart, Yelling because I had lost a part of me I had lost one of my best friends Forever
To W. I will never forget you, and I hope you do well in life. Maybe we will meet again.
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Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 10:33 PM UTC
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