We are both different my friend
and I.
We don't even eat the same things.
One is bigger, one is smaller.
But we don't mind, cause we have
each other.
I don't understand how we both
understand we don't even talk
the same.
We both like lazy days just laying
around.
Cuddled up next to each other.
We both like different things, one
likes to run, the other likes to climb.
I like the sun, my friend likes the
shade.
We are two of a kind, my best friend,
my buddy, my pal.
We may change as we grow older.
We may see things in a different
light.
We may disagree and come out
fighting.
But in the end things turn out right.
For we have a bond, you call
friendship.
Didn't happen overnight.
But when your heart is right, and
you try with all your might.
Those little differences don't matter.
We have each other through thick
and thin.
We sure would not feel right.
Not having each other to cuddle
at night.
My best friend, my buddy, my pal.
Who ever said this wouldn't turn
out right?
written by: Paula aka Angel Of Love
August 2, 2003
