who strolls with a smile in her pocket.
All our conversations are kinda off topic,
She pours like honey over a burnt toast,
and never fucking agrees when I tell her to post.
She feels like clouds behind which a rainbow sleeps.
Among all the honesty, there's sarcasm that peaks.
She mouths all the songs when she thinks no one sees,
and always has a red flush on her round cheeks.
Who sighs to my jokes and still keeps it going.
She's the one who spams Harry Styles with her drawings.
Her hair whip around when the wind is blowing,
Careful love, your diva is showing.
Yeah she's sweet and all the sunlight
but for all that's worth, there's a diva inside.
She turns up her nose around stuff she dislikes,
and critiques food like she's Ramsay's wife.
She walks with a flair, turns with a twirl,
dances like the wind and her stories are a whirl,
She's the quiet before the thunder and the lightning that follows.
Without her, my chats are all hollow.
When I think of school, her face flashes up in my mind
We didn't like each other, but man, we had some crazy times.
She used to want to kill me,
which I think is understandable,
but we've played every middle school game imaginable.
In my party, we were the only ones who danced.
And It was high school when our paths finally branched,
That was when we stopped to think,
that all our memories are forever linked.
And all I've got to say is
it's a pleasure to know her.
