when i think of you
i think of seventh grade
we met and you were funny and cool
and i was probably shy and afraid
i think of swimming at memaws pool
you called me amish when you saw my room
that year is when i started to love you
and our friendship began to bloom
i think of letters i think of notes
of watching breaking bad from your bed
and how you were always on my side
no matter what other people said
i think of blueberry toaster strudels
and late night ihop talks
of crazy times at coleman park
while taking random walks
when i think of you i think of home
i think of warmth and i think of joy
yes i'm very blessed that you're my friend
you're an extraordinary boy
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 12:58 PM UTC
when i think of you
i think of seventh grade
we met and you were funny and cool
and i was probably shy and afraid
i think of swimming at memaws pool
you called me amish when you saw my room
that year is when i started to love you
and our friendship began to bloom
i think of letters i think of notes
of watching breaking bad from your bed
and how you were always on my side
no matter what other people said
i think of blueberry toaster strudels
and late night ihop talks
of crazy times at coleman park
while taking random walks
when i think of you i think of home
i think of warmth and i think of joy
yes i'm very blessed that you're my friend
you're an extraordinary boy
a poem written for one of my great friends on his birthday. friendship is a beautiful gift that shouldn't be taken for granted.