Saturday 26 December 2015

My Friend and I

Every Morning I jump out of bed,
Sometimes with a bump on my head,
All for the sake to look at my friend.

She shares my sorrows,
She cries when I cry.
She shares my happiness,
She smiles when I smile.

It was the day we had to split apart,
We were moving to the next village afar.
I was sure when I was crying she would too,
But there was something I could do!

I made new friends, they were really kind
But one thing I did not know,
No matter where I am, she's with me,
She lives in my house,
No matter what, we're always together!