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Not sure who we are.

Not at the top,

Not at the bottom.

Somewhere in the middle.

Not a bad place to be.

The cream filling,

That would be us.



A group of personalities.

Very different,

But not to bad together.



There’s the bittersweet girl in the lead.

Loud, funny, but not fake.

Not like other loud girls,

She can really care,

Feel and think.



Whether singing about cookies,

Or helping out those in need,

She can be happy,

And with a single word be your worst enemy.

Yet in the end you lover her for it.

She will brighten a room,

Or bring it all crashing down.

We all follow the lead,

Or fill in the void when she’s not there.

A friend for life,

At least I hope.

One of the tops on my list,

Even if she sucks at keeping secrets,

She can keep the ones that count.



Then there’s the stalker,

Or at least the one whose father is one.

She can't always be there in person,

But she’s there when it counts.

And it’s something I can't live without.



Perhaps not the best singer,

But Stacy’s dad would be proud.

Knows more about sports then most guys I know,

Yet still just a girl.

And needs the comfort she gives out to all.

One of the best,

Another for life,

Without her I don't know where I'd be now.



The next,

Shares the name of the one before.

A little different.

But always fun.

Even if she is molesting my beanie baby,

At least she doesn’t throw it out the window...



I would trust her with more then most know,

Still the one to talk to,

About things that I'm unsure to tell others.

I always know she'll never think less of me.

And always there to offer advice.

Plus the nice car doesn’t' hurt either.

Another one for life,

How can one guy be so lucky?

To have so many so early.



And yet that’s not all,

Still there’s more...

The other loud one,

Loud enough to break glass,

But we all somehow survive.

She can sometimes be a bitch,

But it’s for all the right reasons.



She can be there for you,

When you need it most,

And those that don't believe,

She cares more then you would know.

Love her,

Or hate her,

Just don't piss her off.

(Or take her down dark roads.)

One to never forget,

Another one to hold onto,

And never to leave behind.



For the rest of the group I don't know,

Or at least not that well...

Yet there still friends to hold onto,

At least for now anyway.



People who I care about,

And who care about you in return.

How many people do you know?

That can spend an hour playing with marbles,

And brightly colored objects,

And never complain?

Or that one who has had her share of summer flings...

Well not flings...

But no one seems to notice.

I try to understand,

And still make the jokes with them...

I wonder if she understands.



For once in my life,

I have the friends I always wanted.

And the few years we will spend together,

Will last a lifetime with memories.



And even better would be if most remain friends,

Even after college,

And our apartment in the city,

(Even if it is a shithole...)

Some I may forget,

Some I may just drift away.

But I hope a few will stay.

So I can always say,

I have my friends today,

And will still have them here tomorrow.