Believe Me

The wind is blowing
I'm glad it's not snowing
Leaves flow by
As I try not to cry
Sitting in my fort
Seems like my new favorite sport
Thinking of her
And how I'm not sure
If she is my friend
She wants it to end
Because of a poem, thats fake
Writing it was a mistake
But I can't undo the past
Only try to make this friendship last
It's so long, this fight
I'm holding with all of my might
I don't think she acts different
Thats not what I meant
I was just releasing energy
Won't you believe me?

*-SKy-*
This is an old poem, I wrote a while ago, this fight is over now....