"Friends"
We use to be so close
Text and call everyday
Hours on end
See each other every Sunday
Now I'm lucky if she responds to my texts
I always text first with no reply
Claims she's busy
But I'm not so sure
Could be lying
Right to my face
Can't she see I miss her
Sometimes I wonder
If she misses me
Can't she see
That I miss
My other half.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoesíaI wrote the first ten of these poems last year. I wasn't so sure about publishing them at the time but I'm doing it now. *UPDATE: I will continue to write poetry time to time!
