Mi Amiga

Funny story, true story,

You tell me after class.

Grabbing my arm to pull me aside,

As we let the other students pass.


You have a problem, I say. 

A serious issue.

But in reality I think you're perfect,

And wish that I could be you.         


I want your calming effect on people,    

I want your faith in me.

You're beautiful, kind, and perfect,

And you always seem to be filled with glee.      


You’re my favorite person in the world,

You’re the one I depend on.

You can count on me, and I on you,

Just like our favorite song.


God blessed our broken road,

A road full of tears and dreams,

One day you'll be a famous author,

And I hope you won't forget about me.









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