Sunday, August 14, 2011
There is a girl though barely know her.
She lives in Missouri, I'd like to go thur [there].
Her name is Emily; she's a good friend of me.
We text a lot, she's always there for me.
I've never called, I must say I'm sorry.
I will some day - whenever that may be.
We'll meet some day - just wait and you will see.
This poem might suck; I'm kind of tired.
Most the time I'm pretty wired.
But I was bored and thought I would
talk to you like a good friend should,
but in a creative way to make it special.
Change things up; keep it fresh, yo'.
I like writing poems just for fun
so it only made sense to write you one.