My Best Friend Poem by Jessica Lee
My Best Friend
My best friend I met from the beginning till end
I don't know what to say to you anymore.
Am I that horribly of a friend,
Or am I those floor mats at your door?
A kind friend towards me
Who cherished me like no other,
But now unlikely
I start to clutter.
What to do now...?
Will my best friend talk to me ever,
Or will I just break down.
this is such a quiet little whispered poem, really gentle and lovely.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/29/2024 10:56:47 PM # 1.0.0.1119
There's always the next chapter in life, which we must find and write. And write it well. Thanks for the reminder.