by Amanda*** Jun 21, 2006
category :
Friendship, family /
broken friendship
We met in the fourth grade, and i knew i wanted to be your friend. You were a bit hesitant at first, but we both came around. We were inseparable! Always at each other's houses, sleepovers, and planning parties. But then going into ninth grade, the high school, you left for a "better and more popular" crowd. I guess good times just really don't last forever. What happened? |
4/5 Good poem. You're a great writer. I like the fact that in your poems, you never try to hide anything with big words or fancy language. You just state it like it is and that is awesome. Sometimes the best poems are that way. |