(You're like a sister to me. )
So we didn't grow up next door. And we didn't know each other since we were two.
We met when our opinions, minds, and character were completely and fully formed.
We don't even have shared memories. We never did the finger-picture painting thing.
Or attacked each other with popcorn across the room. Or were selfish with a brand new toy.
Never played dress-up or kings and queens. You were always in the background of my life.
In that peripheral atmosphere---I've known you for forever, though we only met last July.
But your quiet composure always intimidated me and I was too careless (or scared) to ask
I never thought you'd need a person like me. Never thought we could be friends.
Coz you're so quiet and so thoughtful and you always wait to speak
Whereas I'm bubbly and super talkative and wear my heart on my sleeve;
And you play the mysterious card so well when I can't stop talking if I tried
I don't know how you don't get fed up with me but I'm so glad you're in my life.
We're so different--if I'm a circle she'd be a square.
And they say we're too different to really make this work--but they don't know and I don't care.
Coz we share the same dreams
And we spill all of our secrets
And we tell each other everything.
She's more than an acquaintance
Even more than a close friend
She's everything to me
Like a sister should be.
Like a sister to me.
And yes, I'm sad we met so late--my memory's full of what-if-thens.
What if we'd known each other for years? What if we were best friends as kids.
But we'd be so different then, and though we're still so different now
Something's happening as we grow up and grow closer, not apart.
So though we never played dress-up, we love each other's so-different styles now.
And we never had our food fights but we drink your coffee (java java) instead.
Laughing in the kitchen or livingroom over our childhood memories.
And we still act so much like children when we get to laughing.
There's never enough time to say what's really fully on my mind.
Never enough time to tell her all the history of my life
Sometimes I wonder where we'd be if we had played when we were kids.
Maybe God knew what he was doing when he waited before he let us begin.
It seems I talk way too much and she doesn't talk enough
But somehow that makes it perfect--we so perfectly even each other out.
And she's scared of the same things, and I'm scared to trust too well.
But she gives me the biggest hugs and I know--this time--I can trust again.
And we share the same dreams
We think all of the same things
And it's so weird that we're opposites but we say the exact things when we speak.
She knows just what to say; she says I do the same for her.
I never knew I had such a hole in my heart till she filled it with her warmth.
I can tell her everything; she never laughs at my outrageous dreams.
And she thinks that I am beautiful and smart and funny;
She's always there to hug me when I need a place to cry.
I don't know how to say how much she means to me.
But I know I'd be lost without her.
I so need her in my life.
She's like a sister to me.
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