Bedste Ven

Things aren't the same when you’re not around
I have no one to laugh with,
Or pick me up when I am feeling down.
No one to smile with, and clown around,
No one, to call my pal.
Love is great, but sometimes it will turn you into a fool
It will take your friends away,
And sometimes make you quit school.
It’s a race against the blind,
And I cannot fathom what to do;
I hate when you go away,
You just don’t act like you.
Poor decision making and impulsive actions 
Make you even more of a fool,
Can’t you see what you do?
Your loved ones miss you.
You don’t even have a clue,
What you do
When you’re not around.
You break others hearts
And turn their smiles into frowns.
As their hearts shatter and fall to the ground
They cling to the floor, as their tears poor out.
But what else can they do?
When all they miss is you 
And you make no effort at all, to see them or answer there calls;
Right before they begin to fall.
No, you leave them alone with broken hearts, shattered memories that make them fall apart.
But you do not care
Your head is full of air
And your heart with love for another , who isn't your friend nor your mother
Love can destroy a friendship that was supposed to last forever
Love is sick,
Love is cruel,
And sometimes, so are you and the things that you do;
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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