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 © Tamara Tassell | Year Posted 2013
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