We are friends?
We are human.
We are apart.
We are broken.
Friends?
Or not?
Friends?
I forgot?
Real friends,
Are there.
Real friends,
Show they care.
They talk,
When they are sad.
They talk,
When they are mad.
No one opens up,
No one can drive.
No one gave in.
But yet everyone cried.
So are we friends?
Are we broken?
Are we wrong?
Or simply mistaken?
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Poems
PoetryThe first poem i wrote for creative writing. The rest is my life and what I feel or what I think, so please don't judge. Thanks!
