The Day I met You

March 20, 2008
By sabrina kierberg, Delray Beach, FL

The day I met you;friend
Honest eyes,charisma and flare
Even if I tried,I could pretend
Our friendship was beyond compare

The day I saw you at the park
Sitting on grass;smoking weed
I watched you untill dark
Honest eyes disapeared by greed

In the bathroom;you smoked
I told you;you never stoped
The smell of weed;in you soked
At school;weed you droped

Police asked questions;a lot
They asked me;I lied
You would confess;I thought
Instead you denied

The day I lost you
Forever I regret;inside
The greed for weed;grew
You and I our friendship died

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