I thought but thought wrong,
That you really were a friend...
I go out in search for the person I lost so very...
that person who used to love winter for the beauty...
Remember the laughs? Just enjoying having someone...
Remember the laughs? Eating strawberry whoppers...
It wont be long now
I will cry my last bitter tear...
Trapped inside
Im still alive...
In the darkness i cannot hide
the hatrid and pain will not subside...
The good times did roll by
& now it stays as a good thought...
Breaking countless promises
Never knew you were selfish...
**This is a poem about my used to be best friend...
I miss the way it was in the past...
Everyday i try
to keep my emotions inside...
Best friends stick with you threw it all
best friends are there to catch you if ever you...
Broken down by bombs-
A brigade of circumstance...