Poem #9

I wrote this poem for my close friend, Anie. We met when we were in secondary school but we got close only when we were in Form 4 (16 years old). Anie was sort of my private counselor at that time, and a lot of people wondered what was it that kept me smiling all the time, when Anie was the only one who knows that I am that kind of girl who kept everything bottled up.

Nowadays we don't talk that much anymore. The last time I met Anie was during my birthday party last year. She had a sleepover at my place. I really miss her, but things are bound to change when we grow up. I have always wished for certain things to remain the same, but that was only a wishful thinking.

I gave her this poem during one of her birthdays, probably when I was in UPSI.

--Best of friends--

called up at 3am

and there you were 

there you were

listened to all of my craps

and here we go

here we go 

again

sat beside me everytime

I'm troubled, troubled

all I have to do is sit

and say nothing, owh nothing at all

magically my problems disappear

to a certain place

well, you don't wanna be there

cause you are

the best of friends

and we are

living at the edge

of broken hearts

and I wanna

thank you for ur time

and your piece of mind

wish you well

the best of friends

best of friends

It sounds a lot like song lyrics, eh? Maybe I should compose a melody for it.

p/s: if you steal my poem, I might not know but my God does. And if you're agnostic, my God would still know.