Late nights, mad parties.
Telephone calls sleep over parties,
The things we never did.
A friendship that never grew
A rose that never bloomed.
She never knew I needed a friend
Someone to lean on, someone to trust.
And one day I’ll tell her
She was the best friend I never had
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Man i wish i had a bestfriend like that... i dont have a best friend at all actually