When you're with me,
we have such good times,
but when you're not,
I feel so bad.

When you're not,
I feel hurt, lost,
lonely.

You laugh with other friends,
friends that I've said to be nice before,
and you said "yes, but....".

I'm confused.
I try to agree with you ,
but you always think the opposite thing.

It's not that I'm saying,
that I don't want you to be with your other friends,
It's quite the opposite.

I just wish you'd include me a little more,
stay with me a little more,
and unite me with the other group of friends you're sometimes with.

And if you know that this poem's for you,
I'm just telling you I still adore you,
we'll be friends forever and ever,
I just wanted to let you know,
just so that you will know how I feel.

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Add one teaspoon of fiesty
Three cups of blond hair
And stir.

Add two spoonfuls of green-grey-blue eyes
And red cheeks
And blend.

Sprinkle in some laughter
Grate in some tears
Shake in happiness generously
And add a handful of fears

Add a dash of irony
A bit of bold here and there
And even add some cruelty
But only if you dare.

Crack in some friendship
And add some twigs of a music tree
And then you have
A bowl full of me!

Stir it all together
Until it resembles fairy dust
And then, a well-oiled pan
And a stove, are really a must!

Bake for 30 minutes
Or until brown and crispy
Chop up into 12-year-old pieces
And you got a plateful of me!

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