There's this girl,

I met her through this app called Wattpad,

never thought we would be best lads.

She goes by the name Nia,

has short hair like Sia.

She's old, cranky and uses a walking stick for support,

has fake teeth in a jar and calls asking

"where did you put those dentures?"

and I'm like,

"i sent them to Taylor Swift in packages"

Now I can literally hear you say

"WTF are you even saying peaches?"

Okay i'll admit this poem is getting weird.

Clearly I'm no pro like the author of unopened windows,

going by the name Nia.

She's incredibly talented

an amazing person

a hilarious human,

a gorgeous homo sapien,

inside out.

so on this special day

as you grow into an old lady (say it like laid-ae so it rhymes OKAY?okay.)

i just hope you know,

how much i appreciate your existence,

in this fucked up world where nothing is really consistent.

the world keeps spinning,

people keep changing,

I'll be busy so will you,

sometimes we might not have a proper conversation for days,

but one thing will always stay the same:

you and i will be

wizards till the end.

"A F T E R A L L T H I S T I M E ?"

"A L W A Y S."

LOVE YOU! im sorry this is late and issa big mess. BUT I SWEAR I DIDN'T FORGET!

HAVE A BLESSED DAY BEAUTIFUL! Da_Bomb2