One Day After a Haircut

It all started one day after a haircut.

Basketballs, hoop, and tennis shoes.

Never thougth it would turn out this way.

You became my favorite person. 

I was shy at first.

Social anxiety got the best of me, 

but it didnt get in my way.

Months pass we talk a little but not much.

I keep it a secret, afarid i would get made fun of.

Because a 6th grader as a best friend was not herd of.

I wanted to hang out with you more and more.

I noticed me hoping my hair would grow more or my eyebrows would grow back in so i could go next door to see you.

You helped me get better, you were the cure for all of the sadness.

I wasnt sad anymore.

That summer was the best.

School has started we're still best friends.

Im not scared of saying your my best friend now.

You became my favorite person.

Never thought it would turn out this way.

Basketballs, hoop, and tennis shoes.

It all sarted one day after a haircut.

 

This poem is about: 
My family

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