Abbie

She was something special,
Creative,
She wrote these amazing stories
With short blonde hair,
A blue streak in it,
She needed a friend,
I abused that need,
I took from her,
She, never taking from me,
She wasn't all innocent,
She talked behind my back,
The betrayal kept her strong,
But made me tighten my leash,
I made her cry,
I made her smile,
I doubt she knew what to think of me,
I stole her toys,
Took her money,
I was just twisted,
I knew the divorce of her parents would make her angry,
She would just storm out of class,
Curse out teachers,
Just get really mad,
I know I didn't even try to help,
And with a baby brother,
Who needed special attention,
Where was her attention?
Where was Abbie's attention?
So after all was said and done.
Years of abuse,
In 5th grade Abbie switched schools,
We kept in touch a little bit,
But soon she moved,
Changed her phone number,
Never even looked back,
And I can't even blame her.
She was just an elementary school friend,
But I really do miss her,
I've tried to find her,
Facebook, yellow pages, everything.
It's like she disappeared into thin air.
I hope that one day we could meet again,
Just so I could apologize,
Tell her I wish I could turn back the hands of time,
Cause I never really had a friend like that...

She was something special.





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Felicia said...
Mar. 19, 2011 at 1:46 pm
i like how you told a story in a poem form those ones are the best
 
FallenTyleah replied...
Mar. 25, 2011 at 8:05 pm
Thank you, im glad you enjoyed. (:
 
Felicia said...
Mar. 19, 2011 at 1:44 pm
of course its important its what you feel
 
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