poetry

My Best Friend was defently unique She had a sweet depenable mind I was so Blind to see what was to come I never couldve lived if I knew the future Why was i the one that was being tortured inside. No one knew the fright in my eyes When she said goodbye, I must of not been good enough for her, enough is said and too many things not accomplished, If I could say one last thing it would be My Angel left Me.