my 'FRIEND'

My conversations with her don't start like this unreal conversation:
Me:do you have a glass house?
Her:yeah sure..you know
Me:do you know how it feels to see someone through a bedroom window?

But it starts in every crazy way_she is real.we don't talk of the impossible or from illusions but the factual part of life.She is a favourite one;

She is my favourite,
I have never told her that she's sweeter than manji,
Forget ganji she is priceless,
Miss of her own words,
Works of voice like songs,
Oh plus the voicenotes,
And the many times me and her spend countless minutes on phone calls,
I don't brag but tell the ingredients of a priceless lass,
Forget about class,
Forget about the fake accents,
The untrue friends,
Friends who i never mention their names,
I have a few friends,
And she's one them,
She's loyal and royal,
A heart that speaks to a soul,
Something so odd,
Something many cannot hold,
But at least she is one,
I appreciate her,
And also the few friends I have.

Double_O Franklyne.