Hey there.
I guess it's been a while
Since we've hung out
Or even talked.
I'm sorry.
I should just call you
And ask if you are free
Friday,
But I get scared that
You'll be busy,
Or that you find me
Boring now.
I'm sorry I'm not a good
Best friend.
I wish I could do better.
You know,
I still have the paper
Bird that we made when
We were seven.
It's been years but I still
Have it taped on my
Ceiling,
Waiting for it to fly away
And live a new life.
I kept all the drawings
And letters you gave me
And I cherished all the
Moments we spent together
But I'm scared that you
Ripped up my poems
That I gave you
And hate the mention
Of my name.
I know I drag you down
whenever I'm seen with you
and I'm sorry about that.
People just hate me
And I can't stop that anymore.
So please,
Forgive me, @&$/;%M.R
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Şiir1:48 am "And with every drop of rain that hits the earth, I can hear your soulful voice echoing through my mind. Calm whispers of the wind, crashing along the sea, calming my every nerve. You are the air in my lungs and the words I speak. You are my...