I miss the days of secrets,
I miss spending my time with you,
I miss all the memories we shared,
And yes, I miss you too.
As I look at you from across the room,
It's like through a window looking am I,
I can see you, but can not come near,
For I am sick of the lies.
You all seem to be having fun,
Without a care in mind,
Yes, I am having fun too,
But not of that kind.
My friends you once were,
But no longer do I know
How you feel, or what you know,
For I am a stranger of a descent of low.
If I can see you perfectly,
You can probably see my hurt,
I have tried to disguise it,
But my disguise is as good as dirt,
I miss you all terribly,
But I know that we can't be friends,
For we have all lived through too much,
And all good things have their ends.
This poem was written for Alisha, Janet, and Jenny...
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