Sometimes I wander alone,
but this girl,
she is cool, like an ice cube
always there in distressed times,
with her unusual sense of whats going on,
“Do the Evan” she'd command,
but it wasn't a command, more of a proposition,
“When life hands you limes, make limeade”
Who wants original lemonade, she'd propose
so boring, so bland, like the beige walls that slowly kill our time together.
A friend that can not be a friend, just a mere best friend.
Her sayings, her distinguished sense of fun, her all in all personality
just a contributor to that amazing friend I have,
what would life be like with no one like this?
I believe it would not be spontaneous,
her giggles, her chuckles, her laugh,
a delicate balance of life,
a contender in what challenges face her
a supporter in all that I do,
Sometimes I wander alone,
but this girl,
she will be there forever.