Pieces Of Me ( Poems)

My friend

Last time when I saw her

I just was to cry

For she is my best friend

Who left me alone for that time

I asked her, I talked her

But she didn't listen

My mind fry

With anger and

My heart became small as a time

The next day, she came

To me and from that day onwards

She again became

My friend.

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I wrote this poem when I was 9 years old.

It is not something that I had felt but just made up. Actually, I was trying to write something good because my mother had started to discourage me from writing poems anymore.

And then I even stopped for a while after writing this. Because she didn't even like this one.