Back Then - Poem by Broken Angel
The good times,
the times i miss the most.
when we'd stay up talking online,
when all our problems seemed to go with just a laugh,
or even a smile.
Those unexpected phone calls,
and knowing we'll both be alright,
because knowing we had each other,
just seemed so right.
Back when our friendship was so,
fresh and new,
telling each other'i'll never leave you too'.
When trust meant something,
and promises too,
i thought it's all supposed to last,
the laughs, fun, trust and most of all the friendship,
i see it gone,
but it's really me,
thats gone all away.
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