I want to be your friend,
we said,
for the first time..
you are good to me,
we said,
after get along...
you've changed,
we said,
when it's started to get bored...
you are not my friend anymore,
comes out from our mouth,
to terminate it...
is there any endless friendship?
24 March 2008
friendship
Labels: poems
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