At first you were a stranger.
Tall and cool described you by nature.
Then you became familiar.
With your purple hooded top.
And your replica brazilia.
Funny how we never spoke..
Until you brought in sweets.
It felt wrong to ask for some.
Still you offered.
A proper mate you were to me.
It saddens me to say this..
But we have drifted apart.
You were my best friend.
I guess good things must come to an end..
I partly blame college.
For breaking our bond.
You moved out the city.
Still I wished you luck.
Though... I wasn't fond.
Still I do see you.
Once every blue moon..
We make little talk. Like strangers do.
It was fun knowing you.
I'm sad to say.
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Life And Conflict
PoetryIs life what you had hoped it would be? Maybe you had envisioned going out in glory? Through poetry I will try to explain that it's not too late to go out all guns blazing..! These poem's will tackle life and conflict. Both the Gl...
