(no subject)
(PS IF YOUR READING THIS POEM YOU ARE NOT THE MEAN PERSON IN IT SO ASUME NOTHING!)
You think everything I say is a joke
that all my art and things I love is a joke
that shes not as smart as you are, and that shes overemotional
but shes my bestfriend, and shes a hell of a lot smarter than you are. Because she knows a million things you don't, like how theres not nothing more special than spending a day with her friend and coming back with a picture of her friend covered in candy apple. She
knows the beauty of the stars at night,
not how far away they are
and if none of that is true, than at least she cares,
shes not obessed with her self, like you
she cares about everyone else more than she cares about her self,
and that makes her special
and a million times better than you
and thats what makes her my best friend.
You think everything I say is a joke
that all my art and things I love is a joke
that shes not as smart as you are, and that shes overemotional
but shes my bestfriend, and shes a hell of a lot smarter than you are. Because she knows a million things you don't, like how theres not nothing more special than spending a day with her friend and coming back with a picture of her friend covered in candy apple. She
knows the beauty of the stars at night,
not how far away they are
and if none of that is true, than at least she cares,
shes not obessed with her self, like you
she cares about everyone else more than she cares about her self,
and that makes her special
and a million times better than you
and thats what makes her my best friend.