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My Best Friend
I see the willow trees sway
Like metal chimes on a windy day,
And I hear the crash of waves
Such as the slam of a symbol in orchestra
And I smell nature in its pure form
Like the cleansed air after it rains.
But I can't get the picture.
Unlike you,
Camera grasped casually
And gusts blowing your har
Away from your face,
And you take the perfect shot,
You capture the moment,
Ignorant to its actual beauty.
And about that class you so easily pass
That I enjoy and want to be perfect in,
But it just doesn't click
Like the way your locker gently shuts.
You just shrug your one dainty shoulder,
Unaware of how lucky you are
To have everything
Just
Work
Out
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Okay so I tried to post this before but it didn't work so I'm not plagiarizing or anything I did actually write it but whatever hi this poem was written because I was just a ball of anger and our teacher forced us to write a poem so I wrote what I felt but couldn't express in normal terms: that my best friend is perfect and everything is easy for her and I love her but when I wrote this I hated her. Well, more like I hated myself. Take what you want out of this. I'm not trying to be inspirational, this is just how I felt.