Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Best Friends

I tought she was my best friend
The best one I've ever had
Instead I found out the truth
And what I learnt was sad.
We still call each other friends
But I feel we're far apart
Tough we see each other every day
I have a broken heart.
She has made new friends
And I have made some, too
We are talking less and less each day
And inside I'm 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.
It's soo hard to get it back of what you had treasured the most left. Everything isn't meant to be perfect and at times, the truth hurts and the lies are even worse. You have to go on living as what it's going through.

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