To my best friend.
I'm not sure what others are interested in.
It's all good and whatever's okay.
It seems that people want to poke me, prod me, and dissect
but my kind of friendship...is the kind you might
not of had as yet.
Or maybe you have.
I've learned so much from you.
No longer scared, angry, needy, or afraid.
Because it's your kind of friendship that I'd be proud
to take to my grave...
(ok... this poem is getting way to surreal.)
Anyway... I am who I am... And you know the deal.
Thanks for being true. And as always. I don't
want anything. Just thinking about u.
To my best friend.
(C)2012 Tiffany Gouch. All Rights Reserved.
