Bad Poetry Friday

Friend (c. 1993)

I had a friend

she was my best

she was like a sister

she understood me

she knew me well

and I loved her.

I had a friend

we laughed

we cried

I talked to her

she always listened

we never fought

she got me out of trouble

and I loved her

I had a friend

we were friends for a long time

but then I started to grow up

I grew too old to play

I made other friends

we started to grow apart

but I still loved her

I had a friend

she was imaginary

and I loved her

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