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I feel like I'm losing my best friend...
There are a lot of messages to send...
But so much has changed between now and then...
It feels like he's slipping out between my fingers again...
I'm not going to hold him back...
Even though it's not him that I want to lack...
I wish he'd make more time for me...
But I'm not going to plea...
I'm unhappy and sad...
I miss what I had...
I feel like he doesn't need me anymore...
Like he has shut this friendship out the door...
Inside I grief...
What has happened to the thief?
Where is my heart?
Has it been torn apart?
Is it cold and starting to die?
Is it full of sadness and busy to cry?
Why are things so complicated these days?
Where are all the sun rays?
Where is the moon?
I just hope things get sorted out soon...
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Thoughts that rhyme
PoetrySometimes it's a story, sometimes it's just a thought or maybe a hidden message. But one thing they all have in common is that they rhyme. (Or supposed to)
