If friends were flowers, I'd pick you.
I would gently pluck you from
The softest of soil.
I would bring you inside and place you
in a vase of glass that best
compliments your petals.
I would place you on the windowsill
So that you could soak up the sun
And watch life as it passes.
And people who pass by and look at you
With their eyes of envy will see
And they will know that this
Beautiful flower belongs to
A very lucky me.
And how lucky I am indeed
To have a flower as a friend.
Feb 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013 at 8:43 PM UTC
If friends were flowers, I'd pick you.
I would gently pluck you from
The softest of soil.
I would bring you inside and place you
in a vase of glass that best
compliments your petals.
I would place you on the windowsill
So that you could soak up the sun
And watch life as it passes.
And people who pass by and look at you
With their eyes of envy will see
And they will know that this
Beautiful flower belongs to
A very lucky me.
And how lucky I am indeed
To have a flower as a friend.
For my dearest friend, Olivia
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