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A poem by me....Enjoy....

Okay, here's a poem I wrote tonight. It took a lot of thinking, and everything, but I finally wrote one. I hope you like it, although you may find it kind of sad. And by the way, this poem has nothing to do with my life, I just wrote what I felt like writing, and what would sound good. Hello, my friend... Hello, my dearest, truest friend; Yes, it’s me, again. I know it’s been a while, But whenever I think of you It turns my frown, Into a smile. Then I remember, All those times we fought About things we knew we should have not. I keep bawling my eyes out; Though, I know you’re not worth all the tears, But I can’t help thinking, You were the one who fought away all my fears. Always being my shoulder to cry on, Myself, always hoping, You would be the one I would die on. Even through times I was moping. You were there through the good times too, Cheering me on when I needed it most, Making me feel special and pretty, Even when life’s a real pity. My dearest, truest friend I’m afraid it’s come time to say, That I think we should forget the bad times And move on with our lives, anyway. We must make our decision now, Before its too much to bear. Because you see, This tension inside of me, Is causing my heart to rip and tear. We must either make-up Or say goodbye to each other, And break-up. So, my dearest, truest friend, Which will it be? Because you see, You must make your decision now, Before it’s too late, And this tension turns into hate. Before you decide, Before you move on with your life, I need to tell you this: I’ve always enjoyed our time together, And of course, All of it’s bliss. For there is no better feeling in the world, Than what I am feeling with this. I’m afraid the time has come, Time now to say goodbye, So leave me with a hug, Before I begin to cry. I will always be by your side, Wherever you are, I will always be there, No matter if it’s near, Or if it’s very far. So goodbye my dearest, truest friend, And after this I’m afraid it’s no longer “me,” Again. The end.