I met her one summer day
At the age of 10...
*today i realized that I've made a bunch of poems...
In my 15 years of living...
For being there when I cry,
Always here, always there in my sigh...
Why do you make me feel low?
Am I bad and is that so...
We were once best friends,
promising each other we'll be best friends till...
A baby cries,
Voice so serene...
Don't treat me kindly
Don't say we're still friends...
She's been through a hard time,
But still speaks her rhyme...
You say you care for me
You claim you understand me...
You may think its funny
You may think its cool...
For all those times you made me cry
I write you this to tell you why...
My mind went with you,
Where are you my friend...