Jessica,
After four years,
Of not talking to you,
I feel lost;
Confused,
Because we grew up together,
I thought we would die together.
As I go on an endless search for you,
A tear falls down my cheek,
Because I miss you.
Jessica,
All I am saying is,
I know there were times I were not so nice,
If I knew we would be seperated years later,
I would have been different.
Author notes
This poem is to my best friend growing up. we were like sisters.
Written May 17th, 2006
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