Lost Friend
They link hands and arms
The row isn’t wide enough for three
I’m stuck behind, being almost forgotten
I’m like the woodchucks
Except I’m loosing the battle of my friendship,
That girl would never strike me as that certain type of girl,
But now I’m getting jealous but I’m not that way
My friend is being swept away from that other friend of mine.
But I see her everyday in school but,
In the summer she might not be mine.
Copyright © Rhonda Osheim | Year Posted 2009
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