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BELLA FUEGO

I lit up the house with a smile on my face,
My sister asking about the smile on my face—
They won't understand; your texts cracking up my face, 
You've been a good friend to me. 

I hear the beeps as your text drops, 
It never gets old, as if time itself stops, 
Only one number makes that many pops, 
You've been a good friend to me. 

I catch myself thinking about our convos, 
They're more delightful than a cup of Coldstone, 
Things to savour, like its slow-mo, 
You've been a good friend to me. 

You listen to my thoughts when I ramble, 
Even a safe space for me when I grumble, 
Encourage me when I feel like I'm trampled, 
(Or when I boast and not feel so humble!)
You've been a good friend to me. 

I should be sleeping, but I'm writing, 
You know how memories can be fleeting? So I can sincerely capture this feeling—
You've been a good friend to me. 

So, whenever you're feeling low or feeling down, 
Or feeling like to run out of town, 
Or like someone in a traffic jam, 
(Remember my words from this night)
You've been a good friend to me. 

So, even for whenever, yes, your grace!
Let a smile always remind your face, 
And count your blessings case by case, 
(No matter what may be the case)—
You've been a good friend to me, 
(You've been a good friend to me)
(You've been a good friend to me..)

For Bella Fuego, 
She's been a good friend to me. 

Iyanu.


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