(no subject)
So I was looking in old files, and found this poem. Good job, Anne.
I remember when we first met,
You look much the same.
I thought weren't the brightest crayon,
But I came around by and by.
You let me share your music,
When mine was left at home.
You let me sit beside you ,
When I felt alone.
You taught me about acting
At NWCT.
And all along the way
You were there for me.
You pulled out chairs,
You opened doors,
You even paid for me,
You were a gentleman,
Every step of the way.
So now that we're good friends,
It's so hard to recall.
Why I ever thought you less,
than what you are.
I'm so glad to have known you,
I hope you feel the same,
Just remember lovers come and go,
But friends remain the same.
I need to see everybody before school starts up once more...
I remember when we first met,
You look much the same.
I thought weren't the brightest crayon,
But I came around by and by.
You let me share your music,
When mine was left at home.
You let me sit beside you ,
When I felt alone.
You taught me about acting
At NWCT.
And all along the way
You were there for me.
You pulled out chairs,
You opened doors,
You even paid for me,
You were a gentleman,
Every step of the way.
So now that we're good friends,
It's so hard to recall.
Why I ever thought you less,
than what you are.
I'm so glad to have known you,
I hope you feel the same,
Just remember lovers come and go,
But friends remain the same.
I need to see everybody before school starts up once more...