Best buds...
We used to be best buds.
The connection of one of a kind.
Me and you -
Just two cousins living far away.
I miss the past.
I miss it a lot...
Everyday, every hour.
When we used to be there for each other.
But now...
Something had changed
And I don't know what.
I just know because
We aren't like we used to be.
We barely even talk.
When I visit I get very happy,
But I leave very sad.
Because I always forget that
Our friendship faded.
I miss it a lot.
I miss how we were so different
Yet understood each other perfectly.
Having a cousin who understood me,
Who didn't push me away.
Who let me fool around.
I miss it all.
But I can't make it up.
Not anymore,
When you have grown up
More than both of us.
We used to be best buds
And those were good times.
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POETRY
PoetryVery rare updates (cause I write them when I feel like it and it happens rarely) Probably a lot of them will consist of my thoughts but as my friend said "Even if you don't think of a behind meaning, it will have one." I looked back at my old school...
