I made a promise to a friend.
And my friend made one to me.
Said she had my back til the end.
And I would always see.
Her, visit from time to time.
That's just how things were.
We were one, a rhythm and a rhyme.
That's just how it was with her.
After all we've been through,
One thing stayed the same:
Her promise was completely true.
But I did something lame.
And long after it happened, years,
I still ignored her though she tried.
I was tried of the things I hear.
And so, to my best friend, I lied.
But today, I went to buy her a gift.
And I don't think it was very brave,
Of me, but I had a taxi to give me a lift.
So that I could visit my friend's grave.
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Pieces of Thoughts
PoetryFragments of hope, Fragments of lies, A tale of sorrow, And a lot of goodbyes. ------------------------------------------- Cover picture does NOT belong to me. Also, none of the pictures are mine...if you find out who ANY of the lovely artists are...
