All these years that we were friends.
All these years of pretends.
All these years behind the glass.
All these years I was willing in one class.
All these years now black and blue.
All these years, now beating you.
All these years sleepovers.
All these year, lucky like a four-leaf-clover.
All these years one mistake.
All these years for my sake.
All these years of endless sorrow.
All these years of take and borrow.
All these years I still cry.
Why did I even try?
You were a fake;
my friendship mistake.
All these years later now you pay,
when I finally got the nerve to say what got to say.
All These Years
I was mad at someone when I wrote this. Everyone I have let read it says that it is really good. Hope you feel the same way about it. -TrackGirlyy-Did you like this poem? Write one of your own!
