Friends.
Are we really friends?
Because the way I see it
I'm only your friend when you need someone to talk to
Someone to care
Someone to listen
Someone to understand
Everything you've been through
But after you recovered
I eventually vanished from your circle
Well, I'll probably get used to that
Get used to only being a friend
When you need me
Your dramas, your stories
Yeah, I'll keep them hidden
And I know that I'm so dumb saying this but,
Thank you for being my friend 😊
YOU ARE READING
Naive Girl
PoetrySitting on the bench Thinking about what we used to be And hopelessly imagining What we could have been Completed.
