Sleepless Nights

Too often I've laid a night, 

Sitting tight for the storm, 

Be that as it may, just hearing the delicate breeze, 

Furthermore, the light in the morn, 

1,000 words enter my head, 

You said you'd generally be there, 

A friend who can cherish and mind 

His name is storm and he cherishes me, 

Similarly as I like 

'Cause we are the best friends 

Never spontaneously. 

We talk about everything, 

From affection to food to battles, 

It takes our moms an hour and a half to pull the telephone rope

out. 

We snicker with one another, 

She appears to very much want to yell and if our folks say

no, 

We simply escape. 

She appears to comprehend all that I cover up, 

What's more, I the equivalent, 

We can never lie. 

So I compose this poem for my friend  

What's more, I simply needed an opportunity, 

An opportunity to say: You're my Greatest Friend.