And to Think I Called you Friend

This is a poem inspired by a friend, who wrote a short story about a girl who run away from home and died. Admittedly, the story wasn’t that good (I didn’t have heart to tell her so- the plot was good, but the writing was ok-ish). Anyway, she wrote it in 1^st person, and she wasn’t angry at the friend who ran away, but in this poem she is… Well, let’s let it speak for itself. Oh! and I need a better title suggestion!!!

 

Looking out the window,

Seeing the world go by.

When was the last time she spoke?

 

 

A raindrop falling from the sky,

The Heaven’s crying for me.

Why did she have to walk away?

 

 

Laughing in the rain,

Two friends joking around.

When was the last time she waved goodbye?

 

 

A thunder raging though the stars,

Reflecting the pain I feel today.

Why did she have to be so cruel?

 

 

Befriending me she taught me love,

Leaving she broke my heart,

Dying she crushed my hope,

And to think I called her friend.