Dear friend,
You where there since the start,
When I left the home of my foster mom,
As I walked in to hell,
Or what we called home at the time,
We were happy with what I had there,
Wishing we had a better life,
And for our family we left,
Yet some will miss and find again,
You helped me find peace,
Even in darkest times,
The day I almost quit ,
Or the day we found,
My heart is made of glass,
You knew my secrets my dreams,
You were my best friend,
But when I met my love ,
You started being quieter,
Why did you leave,
Did I do something wrong?
Feb 21, 2022
Feb 21, 2022 at 4:11 AM UTC
Dear friend,
You where there since the start,
When I left the home of my foster mom,
As I walked in to hell,
Or what we called home at the time,
We were happy with what I had there,
Wishing we had a better life,
And for our family we left,
Yet some will miss and find again,
You helped me find peace,
Even in darkest times,
The day I almost quit ,
Or the day we found,
My heart is made of glass,
You knew my secrets my dreams,
You were my best friend,
But when I met my love ,
You started being quieter,
Why did you leave,
Did I do something wrong?
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