A true friend...
We used to be so close,
each others antidote.
Best friends,
until the end.
Or so I thought,
but now we are what?
classmates.
team mates.
All I know,
is that we are so low
You say we're still friends,
and that it'll never end.
But when I talk,
you turn to walk.
You roll your eyes,
and I think it's all lies.
You think your better than me?
How can that be?
If that's the case,
then there's no trace.
We've drifted away,
I hate to say.
Like icebergs or clouds,
it shouldn't have been allowed.
Over the years,
so many tears,
I've missed you.
Have you missed me too?
Where'd you go?
You're not you.
You're hidden.
I don't like how you've been.
Like the world,
you're in a whirl.
Popular,
too far.
Am I like an old toy then?
Thrown away and never used again.
Trash.
A rash.
That's what I am to you,
what'd I do?
Do you really care?
Is that to hard to bear?
I will wait,
for you this late.
I will wait for you to come around,
and realize it's safe and sound.
Because I am your friend,
until the end.
Not like those liars,
that say they are.
Soon they'll dump you like trash,
hit you with a bash.
What goes around comes around,
it keeps you bound.
I'll be waiting,
wondering if it's time I'm wasting.
I'm the same me,
I used to be.
Are we still
best friends
until
The End?
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