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.