Cya

Don't wanna fight,
because of this we might ,

but text you i must 
yea it might be a bust,

your a great friend ,
a friendship worth a mend,

The day i met you at the Pier,
i hold close and Dear,

For i never knew ,
Of a friend like you,

Now your gone, 
I reminise of things gone wrong,

I know i pushed you to the limit,
I gotta get with it,

This isnt me asking for forgiveness,
just me being truthful.
So Catchya round 
safe n sound
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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