Fifth grade, awkward phase
Braces, glasses, middle school days
Lunch room talks about nonsense
Little did I know,
One of those conversations, would have the greatest consequence
My best friend came crashing into my world
Like chocolate and vanilla, we were perfectly swirled
Now our senior year,
She's there to wipe my every tear,
Make me laugh until I cry,
Or tell me to forget about that guy.
I love her soul, her giving nature,
But most of all,
I love the fact that she is my best friend.