Blushing

One word, one stone,
Flat and smooth.
One lake, one life.
One stone
Is flung at the water.
The ripples spread out like a fan.
Each ripple changes the water,
Churning up the sand.
It hits once, twice, again and again.

I look just like you,

Pale skin, light hair.

Do you know my blood is a little bit different?

You might not notice,

The little things, that show I am different.

You might notice an accent in a couple words,

Friends are there for you if you ask,
Best friends are there before you even think about it.

With friends you have to talk,
With best friends you can just sit side by side, knowing that they are there.