Two little girls
Not a worry in sight
Brought together by dance
Which they loved with all their might
Separated for a time
Near but not close
One girl flourished
The other became like a ghost
Reconnected by chance
Like the princess and the pauper
Both were needed
But only one ever bothered
The pauper always listened
To the good and the bad
The princess never realized
How much was left unsaid
The pauper was in pain
Needed to be heard
But the princess was in the clouds
As free as a bird
Soon the princess left
The pauper no longer needed
She was replaced
By someone "better suited"
Alone was the pauper
Scared and betrayed
So she left for another kingdom
Maybe this time she can be saved
This is about my old best friend and I, not sure how I feel about it. Let me know what you think ~Andy
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PoesíaPoems written by me, mainly about my life and experiences. This is my first attempt at poetry so sorry if it sucks. *I write when I get inspiration so updates will be sporadic*
