my best friend

when I ran away,

there was always someone there to stop me

but they let me go,

and i screamed,

and they caught me again.

I let go,

but they held on to tight.

so i gave in and let them pull me in.

they begged me to come with them,

but i stayed behind,

then tagged along.

they forgave me instantly,

but something was missing.

but it was nothing. . .

Author's Note

Review,Rate thank youu!help me with the title i don't know what to call the poem. . .thats the first thing i thought of but i cant think of anything else. . .