About Her.
She’s my friend,
The one that I love the most.
She loves sunsets,
But not like a sunset on the beach-
Just sunsets,
With cotton candy sky
And clouds with silver linings,
Just the way I do.
She hates beach,
Or at least she doesn’t love it as much
As she loves mountains,
A place where there’s not too many people
With too much to say, too much to hear.
She loves cats,
She has too many of them.
The way they act, the way they cuddle
They’re dumb, and cute, and calming,
She said.
She loves music,
More than anything, I guess.
She listens to songs I probably wouldn’t know if it wasn’t from her.
She knows everything about music,
She sings,
Her soft sweet voice sometimes echoes in my head
She plays the instruments,
And She taught me some
She even made one song herself and it’s so good even without lyrics.
She is a wonderful human being,
That doesn’t know how much she’s worth.
She forgot how to be happy,
just like how she forgot how to stop hurting.
She says she’s not much,
Just a dead soul fueled by instant noodles
A mediocre,
But she’s not.
She loves watching sweet romance movies,
Not like Nicholas sparks-
But like movies with sad parts and happy endings,
Not too much romance,
Because she said she wouldn’t have that in her life
But I know she would.
She doesn’t let people in
And yet She’s afraid of dying alone
She writes her will and constantly revising it
She loves the stars, the moon
How the constellations are shaped and named
*She is who she is,
And that’s why I love her.*
Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 10:12 AM UTC
About Her.
She’s my friend,
The one that I love the most.
She loves sunsets,
But not like a sunset on the beach-
Just sunsets,
With cotton candy sky
And clouds with silver linings,
Just the way I do.
She hates beach,
Or at least she doesn’t love it as much
As she loves mountains,
A place where there’s not too many people
With too much to say, too much to hear.
She loves cats,
She has too many of them.
The way they act, the way they cuddle
They’re dumb, and cute, and calming,
She said.
She loves music,
More than anything, I guess.
She listens to songs I probably wouldn’t know if it wasn’t from her.
She knows everything about music,
She sings,
Her soft sweet voice sometimes echoes in my head
She plays the instruments,
And She taught me some
She even made one song herself and it’s so good even without lyrics.
She is a wonderful human being,
That doesn’t know how much she’s worth.
She forgot how to be happy,
just like how she forgot how to stop hurting.
She says she’s not much,
Just a dead soul fueled by instant noodles
A mediocre,
But she’s not.
She loves watching sweet romance movies,
Not like Nicholas sparks-
But like movies with sad parts and happy endings,
Not too much romance,
Because she said she wouldn’t have that in her life
But I know she would.
She doesn’t let people in
And yet She’s afraid of dying alone
She writes her will and constantly revising it
She loves the stars, the moon
How the constellations are shaped and named
*She is who she is,
And that’s why I love her.*
this is a poem I made about my best friend whom I left for another college, even though we were only together for a year but she's the best person i've ever had who still keeps up with me no matter what i do :)
