Tridan_

Crying because of Unseen by Bel Watson

Tridan_

Bestfriend
          
          Missing those times when
          we call ourselves bestfriends
          those memories back then
          still living in brain
          
          Now everything has altered
          too many lessons were learned
          from all of your pretense
          that had broken my credence
          
          The smiles, the tears, the kindness
          were all part of the play,
          so are the hugs, the love, and playfulness,
          that you had perfectly portrayed
          
          I know all too well that
          I'm just a mere part of the game
          and I would never ever tell
          that we could still be the same.