Her Friendship
I started to get cold
Images of her still haunt me
This is getting old
I got to learn to let it be
What I used to recollect has begun to get lost
Memories I regained started to escape me
Her friendship is what I dearly hold
Even if it has been forgotten by her easily
Forget it, mean to you she had been
But I don't care, her friendship is expensive and I'll pay it willingly
Copyright © Abdulla Bastaki | Year Posted 2014
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment