A mini-poem for each!
We had perhaps a bit of a rough start,
for neither you nor me got my feelings
I later saw how much you love me
how you taught me to be kind
and that is good enough for me.
We too had a rough beginning,
but I enjoy your frank remarks
our silly repartee and steadfastness.
We go waaay back, no?
Thank you for speaking in a
stream of consciousness
The two of you are so cute
I can’t just write two poems
(actually maybe code names are just too hard)
anyways, thank you for our great exploits of lore
and here are cheers for many more!
I thank you, roomie,
for our butterflies and our dragons
and our ice cream and our late-night talks
I hope 341 will become more
our home away from home.
I hope you at last come to realize
I haven’t felt this way in a long, long while
You’d better start acting like you’re worth it soon
but really I thank you for making me smile.
Thank you for being always there for
for basically everyone
but also for me.
In hindsight, looking back at the whole thing,
Truly I have no regrets,
I hope you feel the same.
I’m glad we at last worked things out–
Thank you for the memories and
helping me with homework and
for being such a troll.
If trolls exist
why, you’d be the king of the trolls!
But a troll king I can rely on.
On Hallow’s Eve,
it is my firm belief
that only you can truly be a cat–
and a bookworm cat at that.
You’re a chemist
aka a lost cause
thanks for walking me home
even though I hate chemistry.
After six years of going to the same school and not having a single class together
I’m finally getting to know you and here’s what I have:
You’re a nerd
but a buff nerd
and a caring buff nerd
who’s kind of idealistic too
caring idealistic buff nerd who gives rather sound advice.
Thank you for being
a little (read: a lot) wrong in the head,
I am too.
Thank you, my starry-eyed friend,
for being so hard to characterize.
Thank you for reading my ramblings–
I so enjoy your comments for
you are as logical as I am not.
It’s always just
huh? Thank you for being
Talking to you is a breath of fresh air.
Lane E. Lin
Your metaphors grow on metaphor trees
as opposed to metaphorical trees.
Thank you for the free metaphors.
For caring, reading, staying, I have
for you but one heart of thanks.