Our "forever" lasted almost seven years;
I don't know when it ended,
Since the days are always blurred.
Your mother thought that I was the bad influence,
Since you were Mother's Perfect Child,
But honestly, you were the one
Who taught me how to stand up for myself,
How to fight back, how to have fun.
You were my first best friend,
And honestly, my only.
I miss you, Kiss.
But a memory is only that.
YOU ARE READING
The Garden
PoetryA collection of words that were planted and hopefully will not wilt.
