#12: The Stupid Best Friend

| November 12, 2011 | 0 Comments

You hate her (not really)

You’re hearing her cry.

You can’t help but be feeling

you wish that she’d die.

Except you don’t mean it,

well not in that way.

You want her to see that

she’s blocking her way.

She runs from her issues

and sobs end to end

You’re holding the tissues,

her stupid best friend.

You guess that you love her and want what is best.

You’ll just have to point and hope she’ll do the rest.


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