or sign in with e-mail
by Angie232 May 6, 2008 category : Friendship, family / broken friendship
As I sit here and think, I look back into my memories, Noticing all the times you've yelled at me, Lied, and hurt, To think you called yourself a best friend, You were never a friend, I try and tell you this, But you always run back to me, Acting as if nothing happened, Just remember this one thing, You were never a friend, And you never will be.
by Heba
Nice poem. keep up.