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Apr 2014
what the **** are we?
you tell me we're best friends
that i can tell you anything
and you can tell me.

not once have you told me you loved me
not once have you hugged me.

we don't see each other any where except school
is it cause you have no one else to walk with?
to talk with?

well i'm sorry
cause i can't sit here and tell you my deepest secrets
when you can't tell me your friends name.

i'm not going to sit here and call you my best friend
when you can feel us drifting
and i can feel us drifting.

so friends is what we are
and friends is what we'll be.
hm so this was really personal and was a horrible poem (not saying my others are any good)

but this was more of a rant, sorry.
friends is all we are.
sian b
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