Best FriendsA Poem by AmandaThis poem is dedicated to all my lost best friends.
I’m not the best with friends,
Our time always soon ends, There was Courtney, Who was the fruity to my tooty, There was Santiago, Who was once nicknamed Sandy Taco. She and I were always together, Birds of the same feather, But then I moved away, And in Bellingham she stays. Then he and I were never apart, Until it became a load of clart, And now here I am, With three friends I’m afraid to damn. But it’ll be okay, They all have best friends for the better day, When I’m not here, To shatter everything I hold dear. © 2012 AmandaAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on June 20, 2012 Last Updated on June 20, 2012 AuthorAmandaMAAboutI lose everything that I touch. So maybe it's a good thing we haven't actually touched. I'm fifteen, damaged and in love. There's nothing else to say really. more..Writing
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