what is friends
i wonder what real friends are
i dont think i have real friends
they are never there for me
people always say they got fiends
majority of the people are not your friend
those are the people who talk about you behind your back
dont give them no slack
just dont be their friend
i have alot of friends
i have a couple of real friends
they will be my friends till the end
once you leave your fake friends
you will be alot happier
then you can say i finally let them go
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| suprise suprise | 1 | 07/10/2009 |
| how would life feel | 0 | 07/10/2009 |
| how i feel | 0 | 07/10/2009 |
| trust | 0 | 07/10/2009 |
| the world | 0 | 07/10/2009 |
| what is love | 0 | 07/10/2009 |
| my life | 0 | 07/10/2009 |
| two faced people | 0 | 07/10/2009 |
| what is friends | 0 | 07/10/2009 |
| wishing my grandpa would come home | 0 | 07/10/2009 |
| HIM | 0 | 07/10/2009 |
| confidence | 0 | 07/08/2009 |
| losing my grandpa | 0 | 07/08/2009 |
| the man im in love with | 0 | 07/08/2009 |
| love | 1 | 07/08/2009 |
| messing up what i like | 0 | 07/07/2009 |
| love makes you mad | 0 | 07/07/2009 |
| my life | 1 | 07/07/2009 |
| seeing the one you love in pain | 0 | 07/07/2009 |
| my feelings for this person | 0 | 07/07/2009 |
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