Even if it was fake

a poem about Bridgett

she was my best friend

if i was to ever fall in love it would be with her

she understood me

never judged me

respected me

let me be

i seen her glide across the bar all night long

red hair red rose

my head rose up i couldnt help but stare

i never wanted anything more then i wanted her

never had sex

but never been so satisfied

the sweet tone of her voice

being alone was her choice

i admired that

she was on another plane but even FLYer than that

the type that would ger fired but you would hire her back

im tired ill be back