I had a friend who was more than a friend
good times,bad times ba he was there n always used to stand ba ma side
the one who could neva see ma tears falling down
made me cry like no one eva did
the one who used to make me laugh like anything snatched ma laughters
the one who always used to listen ma crap shut ma mouth like anything n made me silent
the one who used to care all the time started hurting like anything
the one who used to comfort me in ma bad times,broke me to the fullest
the one who used to call me a barbie doll,replaced his words with bit*h
& the one i knew is gone n left me wondering y ma bestfriend turned into a monster?
(this poem is especially dedicated to ma x best friend who is gone...left me n i would always wonder y did he turn into something which he wasnot)
