What can I say? Xena is only the coolest girl in the world. An my best friend, I’m proud to say.
Well she has raven hair… choco eyes… and a super bod. And she’s a writoholic (like me) readoholic, chocoholic, baby-cornoholic…uh…
And I’m a Xenaholic. uh huh.
She hates my kind of music. That’s sad. And I hate Leona Lewis… sorry Xena. but like me.. she likes reading, writing, drawing, peppy patting ( Peppy…Pepper is my dog)
She is SO fun. We write billion stories together. We drink coke of the same can. We sleepover at eachother’s houses.
UNFORTUNATELY she doesn’t live where I do. But she does visit… but only twice a year. Hmph.
But I really reaklly love her…. and I thinks she likes me. uh huh.
when we were small
smaller than my knee
we lay down in the grass together
together u and me
we gazed up at the stars
in vain we reached out
the stars were too far
as we are now
just as we waited during day
for the stars to come
i’m waiting for ur stay
in ur home town
some times very rarely
there are no stars in the sky
when u dont come
like that time i cry.
but the stars always come back
to the night sky
so will u some day
we’ll unite once again.
I wrote taht poem for her. I wrote a zillion more, but I lost Them. hmph.
Oh well.
