There's this girl I call my best friend. She is sweet and sound.
Yes, we complete each other's sentences. Calling her just a 'friend' would be a disgrace. She is more of a diary for me.
Deliberately, she listens to my pointless thoughts with her stillness, softly pardoning me, connecting the dots, she smoothly stirs my soul with indulgence, letting our smiles exchange their scents.
Yes, I know she does her job too perfectly. You would say she is just a fantasy, right? But trust me, she holds true.
There's this girl I call my best friend, my constant companion. She helps me untangle my obstructions, just the way you untwine your hair and let it spare.
She is like horlicks in the mornings that aren't glee. Her eyes proclaiming that it's a good day alee, as that smile reaches her ears, letting my heart sing a happy song with her dimple, all day long.
There's this girl I call my best friend, Some of you may think, this is again someone friend zoned. But no, this is more than a friendship. She is more of a family to me, who never lets down to me. She touches like a happy pill, she is the Jack to my Jill.
She is more than just a poem to me. I hope, together we blaze, forever and always.
