June 1, 2010
By Anonymous

She lives almost half-way
around the world from me.
Even though I lied lambently to her
She is still the best best friend to be.

Every new day, we are always talking
about this and that.
It soon grew to fleeing squawking
doubt that we will ever shut up.

We are very similar people.
Lonesome, feeble with remembering,
bearing the wariness of our long and tiring days,
blossoming with happiness that we are achieving
with each others words.

She is one of the awesome and outing
person I have met.
I would say a rare person to come upon.

The author's comments:
How could anybody not write about their best loving friend?

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