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i made my first poem ever. it took a while to make, hopefully it's good. it's about a person i decided i didn't wanna be friends with anymore:

the things you said to me
“good luck sleeping tonight”
you missed the point, i think
maybe my decision was right

when all we had was lost
when what we had had drifted
there was no point to our fight
in the end, we got it twisted

now i feel so strange
mourning what we had
but the time has now passed
there’s no need to feel so bad

i wonder what you think
now that that person is gone
i hope it’s the same as me
feeling a call to move on

so if you can hear my words
know that i’m not sorry
i enjoyed the time we spent
but this is the end of our story
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