May 16, 2011
Why do you glare,
When I try to be nice?
It's like,
If I was fire,
You'd be ice.
I remember when we were the best of friends,
And how I thought that time would never end,
So here's to that lost friendship, my dear,
I still wish instead of leaving,
You'd stay here.

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flawless200 said...
Oct. 5, 2011 at 11:20 am
WOW ( I can't think of anything that could even explain how deviously touching this poem is to me) KEEP WRITING
crazy-ashbobash This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Oct. 8, 2011 at 12:47 pm
thanks so much for your support!
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