Best Friends

This poem is dedicated to all my lost best friends.

I’m not the best with friends,
Our time always soon ends,
There was Courtney,
Who was the fruity to my tooty,
There was Santiago,
Who was once nicknamed Sandy Taco.

She and I were always together,
Birds of the same feather,
But then I moved away,
And in Bellingham she stays.

Then he and I were never apart,
Until it became a load of clart,
And now here I am,
With three friends I’m afraid to damn.

But it’ll be okay,
They all have best friends for the better day,
When I’m not here,
To shatter everything I hold dear.

Author's Note

The names I mentioned are true. I haven't seen Courtney for a while though we still try to keep in touch. I had another friend, Doris, that I was very close to but I haven't seen her either. They're best friends now, actually.

Reviews

[Jordan's Back]

Awww Tears*

[Rhea752]

depressing. it can be so painful to have a best friend slip from your grasp. good job.

[Kitty Robinson]

I nearly cried. BEA-U-TIFUL!

[Owlgirl]

Easily relatable, and a smooth flow, though the rhyme scheme seemed almost forced, but it's okay. Great job!

[Angel]

I like this poem. I think i can relate to having lost best friends.