Dedicated to Madison Ann (another poem from yesterday.)

I wish you were here;
Right beside me
Smiling like an idiot,
Like you do when we're acting stupid.

I wish you were with me;
Right here,
and we were outside of Walmart,
Having a Silly String war.

I wish we were together;
in your closet
telling each other our fears,
and making up stories about random crap.

I wish I could be there for you;
When you need me
But I can't,
Because I'm trapped by my emotions.

I wish you would stop saying we're best friends;
'Cause we're not
We're sisters,
and we'll stick together 'til we're old.

And when that happens;
I wish that we'll be able to look back
And remember the things we did and said,
And the people we met,

And the trouble we got into,
And the day I told you I Loved You;
And I'll always hang by your side.
Because I Love You, Madison Ann.

*Dedicated To Madison Ann, a.k.a, 'That Chick Who Puked In My Living Room on New Year's.'*