My Best Friend


I met you in a music room.

I kissed you under a tree.

You went red.

You waited for me.

We made music, that the world should have heard.

We grew together to be what we wanted to be.

Now it’s been 8 years and I couldn’t wish for more,

Than my best friend at my side, forever half of a ‘we’.


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