Treasure Island

melinda mackey


friend or 'friend'


They say that some people are only in your life for a season or two.
I just didnt think that message was for us.
Did you?

Friends and 'Friends''
I understand the difference now.
Friends are your second family members that are always there.
'Friends' are the ones who are there sometimes and act like they care.

I wish there was a logical reason why I thought you was a friend.
But now I know the truth seeming that all has come to an end.

I wish you the best in the future.
I really do.

Hope that you find a Friend instead of a 'Friend'
That's there even when there's things you end up going through.

-Melinda L.Mackey

Submitted: Thursday, September 24, 2009
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