Bunk beds, matching sheets,
Post-it notes, Japanese phrases,
Pocketbooks, and a wobbling seat...
Pink wallpapers! Oh, all those nostalgic traces.
Chopsticks and endless daydreams,
Crazy stories and hearty laughs,
Spur-of-the-moments beneath the sunbeams,
Heartaches, scars and teardrops..
Oh we've been through thick.
We've been through thin.
Through all the heartbreaks,
Through all the pain,
Thank you for staying :)
A/N
This poem is for my awesome beyond awesome friend sparrowed.. Thank you for sticking with me through it all..
Mia, our gift was just soo childish hehehe :) We couldn't think of anything else. Gomen :( I am really just fascinated with jars. Hehehe. Otanjoubi omedetou Mia!!!!!
Lovelots,
Nee-chan :)
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