An poem about my past friend, and cousin. |
“More than Just Cousins” Just the other day The world seemed so dark and the clouds so gray I opened my purse All grumpy and terse My wallet flipped open to such a wonderful sight It made my world seem oh so right It was a picture of you Smiling back at me, not all blue You made me stop and think Of those many times we had gone for a drink The laughs, the cries The grumps and the sighs You made me think of those beautiful eyes The ones that gather so many guys You made me think of how much you care And the way you are so willing to share When others ask who you are I say you are my friend, a very special star “Cousin” just doesn’t quite fit Even though that’s defiantly legit I prefer to call you my friend Someone I will be there for, right to the end I hope that you will say the same For I do believe, without you, life would be so very lame No “ogling” boys No speaking of boyfriends as our special toys These loses I could never bear I am sure I would pull out all my hair I am sure you know this entire jumble I wrote Oh my gosh, I seem to have something caught it my throat It’s that feeling I get when I am about to cry That feeling I get when I feel so strong I could fly I know it comes from knowing you are there Prancing around with that special flare So just you know, and I hope you can see, Just how much you mean to me! |