Treasure Island

Kelsey Joe


Lost Friendship


A friend I once trusted
And she trusted me
But now our friendship is ruined.

I can't tell her anything
Nor she with me
It's upsetting to me.

Who do I talk to
In my cold hard times?
Noone.
I stand alone again.

I wish there was someone
I could just talk to whenever
But it can't work out that way.

I feel like no one here in this cold town
Can be trusted to much.

Don't you see?
You may think you know me.
But I trust no one.
Except a far-away friend.

I talk to her
When I get the chance
Otherwise life is a flop.

I miss our friendship,
Okay?

I want to trust again.
But I guess it was just to much to ask.

Submitted: Sunday, December 09, 2007
Edited: Friday, April 29, 2011

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