best friend, by chyanne204
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sometimes when i think of you
my hart goes blue
because our words are few but i love you
thats what makes me sad
i kinda get mad
because when we see eachother theres no hello
we used to be bestfriends
inseperable
attatched at the hip
everytimes we would get together it would be memorable
but we grew apart
thats the sad part
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Posted: 2011-04-12 23:42:34 UTC |
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2011-04-21 05:34:28 | intoyou |
good poem :) i know exactly how you feel happened to me too. It gets easier |
2011-04-21 05:34:45 | intoyou |
good poem :) i know exactly how you feel happened to me too. It gets easier |