What am I to you
I know your blind with pressure
But smiling and talking to me
Once in awhile
Would be nice
I know we're different ages
But we're boned by blood
We loved the same things
We were very close
You were my weekend partner
You love the end of the couch
Then you got a boy friend
We met your friends
We laughed over silly things
Until we barley say hi to each other
You had jobs and worked hard
You gave my mom and idea
Now is successful
Until you came over
Only to to do something
And then leave as fast
Not a hi even goodbye
I'll be waiting for you
What do you see me as
I hope a caring person.
YOU ARE READING
Words that speak from the heart
PoetryI have trouble speaking my emotions or talking to others so I write Poems and short stories from my heart
