Can't make a trio with just two
Where is our third?
We miss her, we need her
Is there such thing
As a ex-best friend forever?
We'll get her back
Believe, hope, we'll get her
Will she want to come?
Shes the one who left
Are we not good enough?
Not cool enough?
Not pretty enough?
Messages, phone calls, texts and notes
They were all answered
But they told nothing
My hand grabs securelyto her sleeve
Unwilling to let her slip away farther
But my arm is stretched to its limit
My hands tired from tight grip
I tugged and tugged
Questioned, poking and prodding for the answer
Arm trembling with fatigue
I gave one last pull, all the strength i could muster
Finally opening the door
And listening to her story spill out
So they're mean and cruel if you're not their friend
So they spread rumors and sent hate mail
We're not afraid of them
Because the trio has three again
And we got her back
We got her back
The second poem of Da Trio (Me Raych and Courts). Rate and message pleaseDid you like this poem? Write one of your own!
