This is the poem I wrote for AP Lit and Comp. I don't know why I am posting it, but Weeza wanted to read it. Well, tell me what you think.



A Friend

If ever there was one, then surely she.
A true best friend forever she will be.
If ever something happened, she, I’d miss.
To be a friend of mine, she plainly is.
She trusts me with her life, and me with her.
She makes the violent day, a simple blur.
She listens first, then gives me her comments.
When I am sad, she cheers with compliments.
My secrets, with her she can keep fore’er.
Through everything, she seems so debonair.
Becoming my best friend, sets her far above.
Is this just friendship, or deep down, is it love?

As you can tell, I am not poet...and I know it. LOL