I thought she was my best friend
The best one I've ever had
Instead I found out the truth
And what i learned was sad.
We still call each other friends
But I feel we're far apart
Though we see each other every day
I have a brocken haert.
She has made new friends
And i have made some, too.
We are talking less and less
And inside I'm cold and blue.
Each and every ngiht I pray
That she will finally see
How much i want our friendship back
How much it means to me.
This poem was published in the chicken soup for the preteen soul book... written by Whitney M. Baldwin, 12 years old! I think it's a great poem and i wanted to share it with you!
