My People

I met this girl, Who is crazy sweet. She’s beautiful And confident, She’s light on her feet. Honesty consumes her, She’ll tell it how it is. If she wants to, She will. But force herself Is one thing She wouldn’t do. She’s crazy fun, Loud and aggressive, And here for the thrill, Experiencing her journey And looking for her reason. She encourages me Even if she disagrees. I’d ask her opinion, In a heartbeat. Another girl Who is crazy and wild. She’s as honest as the other, More aggressive when she wants. She parties And smokes, But she doesn’t take . An air of confidence That holds her high, She’ll ask when Your birthday is Just to know your sign. She’s beautiful And friendly, And a girl’s girl if ever. She’s open to learning, When she’s in the wrong, And you see the effort She’s making when she does. Then there’s this boy, Older than us all. He’s good looking, Touchy, And brooding Confidence as a crown. He seems a little Air headed, But just get him talking. He’s open, and deep, And feels his emotions. He acts like a player, But his heart is on his sleeve, He lives for the poetry, And breathes off music. He smokes, And he’s sporty And his jokes are dumb. Ask him his opinion, And you’ll get great advice Even if he’s slow on the uptake. These three people Have impacted my life More than I Could ever care to express. Not all of them see Eye to eye, But each of them Have their qualities. An unusual group If ever there were, But they’re great. And I’ll miss them When they’re gone.