My Best Friend Fran

when i first started secondary school
i was friends with my enemies
they didn't like my music
and were definatly chav nomanies

i wasn't realy happy
but then happiness is a sham
i wanted a friend that would like me
for who i really am

then i met fran
we'd known eachother quite well
but then i found out she was really a rock chick
she really came out of her shell

we then became best friends
our popularity went downhill
but we didn't care since we could still share
our music taste with Will

our clothing is excentric
people stare but we don't notice them
just like they did at the arcade
when we danced to 'its raining men'

people say we're very alike
she is like my twin
we are both obsessed with emo boys
and we are closer than kin

well to be honest i have to say
i don't think think often of her in this way
she is my crazy hyper friend
with her list of flaws i could write an essay
but i still love her ... as a friend
because obviously i'm not gay
even though i think she's prettier than me
in a non-lesbianish way
♠ ♠ ♠
this poem was about Fran (a7xgal)
lurrrrve ya! xox