On the 4th September,
we became friends forever.
You promised me laughter
and happily ever after.
But as we got older
your heart grew colder.
My feelings you hurt,
I tried to divert.
You tried to take power,
and you were very sour.
I hate being around you,
you make me feel so blue.
But what can I do
when everything evolves around you?
I made this poem a long time ago, about my “Bestfriend”. It’s been in my draft for a while so I might as well post it.