Wednesday, June 15, 2011

mine is better than yours...

she used to tell me we couldn't be friends
that i needed to respect her

and i remember going through a weird phase
not talking to her
or listening to what she said

and now i cant imagine life without her
its like i grew up
only to depend on her even more

and i love her
and talk to her
and miss her when she's gone

we share secretes and stories
and dreams and hopes

we give each other advice
and look out for one another

she's funny
 and i'd be nothing without her

and, what im really trying to say is that...

my mommy is better than yours.

(kiddin'....not kiddin'.)


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