best freinds, by stephanie wood Subscribe to rss feed for stephanie wood

We laughed we joked.
We grew apart.
I am now lost.
Where do i start?

You met others.
Differnt from me.
They all slept around.
And soon you would be

i miss you best freind.
Talking all night.
Playing in the dark.
Giving each other a fright

you talk to me but best freind no more.
What did i do for you to close that door.
Was it me, my fault maybe?
Will just aquantenses forether be?

Sad in my heart.
 that we had to part.
Maybe one day is all i can see.
One day we could be best freinds again couldnt we?
Posted: 2012-11-26 10:19:10 UTC

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2013-02-13 03:33:36George Chow
yes.. i believe to meet again with respects.