7 years.

All the fears.

High school was drawing near.

I was forewarned,

And even scorned.

But I didn’t give a care.

We shared the glares.

Outlasted the stares.

And kept moving on even stronger.

I prayed it would last so much longer.

Since second grade,

Sharing gatorade

We were perfect harmony.

I was the 7

in your 11;

No girl could break us.

No world could shake us.

We both have each other.

We shan’t seperate

Or castrate?

When I was down you’d raise my frown,

By saying things that left me dumb-founded.

Even when I was grounded.

Our relationship seems so swift.

The name the name of the gift is:

Friendship.