You tell me everything to vent
And I listen in return.
Did you get the postcards that I sent?
When is it my turn?
Would you quit everything for me
The way I would for you?
Chop down every fucking tree
Just so I don't feel blue?
I tell everyone in the world that
You are my best friend.
But, I'm beginning to wonder if that
Is just a means to an end.
I want to tell you why I cried last night
And I want your advice.
Please, explain! Why don't I have that right?
Shouldn't have to ask twice.
~a poem by Elizabeth Kay on broken friendship~
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A/N~
To my best friend, if you read this, I swear this isn't about you 😂 It was for a prompt on Discord 😅 Love ya 💖
To my Reading Mice, I hope you're loving these poems so far 💞
-Eli 🐁💚
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What's Not Said | ✔
PoetryA book full of poems on things that are just never said. *All photos seen in this book, including the cover, were photos taken by me~ Elizabeth Kay ~using my cellphone*
