The Game Basketball

I play basketball
Though I'm not good at it at all.
My dribbles are wrong,
My passes doesn't travel long,
My catches are not sure,
My shots are impure,
My team mates use words as their armaments,
The viewers pass comments,
My matches I lose,
What I hear is only boos
But to try again and again is the only thing I choose.
In the core of my heart there is a will
That tells me to improve still.

My True Friend.

When things weren't going on well,
The day when I when I felt I was in hell,
You came placidly,
Listened to me patiently
And understood me greatly.

To all my traumas you put an end.
Then, you said, "I'll always be your friend!"
Those words flowed out of your mouth easily
And you welcomed me whole heartedly.

Those weren't just words
Because they made me fly
In the sky,
Like the birds.

My spirit- you made it elevate
And replaced love instead of inner hate.
You finally helped to find a "new" me!
Thank you my dear "true" friend and my "true" friend you will always be!