I thought she was my best friend
The best one I've ever had
Instead I found out the truth
And what I learned was sad
We still call each other friends
But I feel were far apart
Though we see each other every day
I have a broken heart
She has made new friends
And, I've made some too
We are talking less and less
And inside I am cold and blue
Each and every night I pray
That she will finally see
How much I want our friendship back,
And how much she means to me.
This poem tells me the way my friend would react to me, when I am trying to say goodbye in my poem about her. I enjoyed the easy flow of it. Good work
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i know who are you referring to by this poem.. i suggest you should let her/him see this poem.. or better yet let me do it..