Bff
BFF
We met by accident, her and I.
I did not think she liked me at all.
Now we are best friends.
How did that happen?
I do not know.
God knew I was sad and lonely.
He knew that my heart was crying.
So he found a way to make me laugh…
Out loud…
Everyday…
We write books and poems,
share secrets and pretend to “be’s…”
travelers to far lands,
astronauts in space,
guardian’s of worlds yet to be explored,
by us first…
Thrift shops, china shops and print shops,
We don’t have favorites… really,
Except time that is spent with each other.
Do you like this?
Do you like that?
How funny can that possibly bee? (be)
You are a gift.
and…
I am,
grateful.
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