Nichole Pettit

Rookie (January 20,1990 / New Jersey)

To The Lost Friend - Poem by Nichole Pettit

To the Lost Friend:

We used to be One
It used to be Fun
We used to be like Sistas
Never gonna miss Ya

We Fell
Go to Hell
What else is there to Say?

So, Good Bye
Don't Call
I Won't Answer
Won't See You Later

I don't like You
But, I do love your Family

Used to be Friends
But, that is at its End

Don't remember How
or even why we Met
Don't want to

Never should have trusted You
From the Start
Don't know Why
It was one Huge Lie

All it was a Feud
Now all the Ammo is Gone
The Battle Field is Empty
The War is Over

The new Sun is Rising
Time for a new Day
A new Friend
A new Life

Don't Call
I won't see you Later
Good Bye

No longer One
Now Two
Never to be One
Again


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 18, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, February 3, 2011


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