my best friend lives far away
in a place I've never seen
she sends me postcards
I visit there in my dreams
I can tell her anything
she's supportive and nice
she'll do anything for me
I never have to ask twice
sometimes she calls and we talk
she mostly listens though
I know she worries about me
I think she knows
sometimes I gather my teddy bears
I put them in a circle under the tree
I hope they have a friend like I do
if they were real, I'd set them free
Awwww this is a sweet and lovely poem :-)
ReplyDeleteI'm going to imagine it's about me. Even though it probably isnt :-) xx