"This is a poem for my dearest friend. I would trust her with my life, and my secrets."
You are there for me when I need help
You are the one I turn to
My close-one
The one I'll depend on
To pull me out of the aligatacon pit.
You've listened to my troubles
And given me advice
And occasionally offered to murder people for me
Which I like a lot
When I was lonely, you would help
You would talk to me
And you've put up with me
Which is pretty fragg'n amazing
You're always ready
To laugh, fight, or warn me when I'm being a COMPLETE idiot
I can talk to you
And you'll always answer
You're my friend
So thanks.
Everyone in the energy hold looked up at Chromia, who had suddenly climbed up on a table. The blue femme was standing upright, confident and holding the data pad she'd been reading from. Chromia looked over at Moonracer, who nodded and smiled appreciatively.
Ironhide looked confused. "What in the name of Primus was that?"
Moonracer hit him over the head with her Energon cube, and said, "Shut up and clap."
Random poem for friends.