To start this off right..
She’s bright. Like a light.
Even has some fight inside her.
A heart of gold.
That’s got me sold.
Apologies. I say them alot.
Back then. I admit without a fit.
That yes I confess.
I didn’t care. I couldn’t even share.
And it wasn’t fair of me.
You see before yee.
My good friend.
I hope this isn’t the end.
Poems by a pickle 