No one ever really ever sees the real flowers of...
And why...

*Sorry this is sooo long, I haven't written a poem...
Who is my friend...

You don't know what it's like...
To be called a bad sister...

Teenage life is drama
THats what most people speak of...

I don't know how to explain this
But I'll start...

~*~ Usually, my friendship poems are all...
It's what every girl wants...

I'm happy....
because you finally talked to me...

Its hard to explain
Its just something I'm going through...

Thinking back now to a couple of summers ago
I rememeber how my life used to be...

Do you know how much it hurts
To be called names...

I thought you were my friend
I was so happy...

You'll never know
How much you mean to me...