Another normal day, rain patting on the window,
I was laying in bed waiting for time to say go.
Very few feelings running through my head,
I was working too much on what to say instead.
You were waiting there looking around for us,
To just say hello seemed like such a must.
Not knowing what was on your mind,
Every movement felt rehearsed and timed.
At the end of the day I became so relaxed,
Was there not a goal accomplished? perhaps.
The awkwardness and nerves were wearing thin,
'Cause now I've made a great friend, Yin.
This is a sweet peice of freindship. I hope that you let the one the poem is about read it.
darr
Thanks.. I didnt think you'd actually do it in the end, but it turned out great just like most the others :)