My Best Friend
Poem
by Mildred Villatoro
We are best of friends.
I wake in the morning thanking God for my blessings and my best friend.
We are best of friends.
I did not see it coming, I would not even think it.
We are best of friends.
We were going to be friends until the day we died.
We are best of friends.
One day she just said, I don't need you as my friend and slammed the door
in my face.
I could not believe this hurt I was feeling, my best friend.
We are best of friends.
I come to find out, we were never friends, she was using me like
everyone else.
We are best of friends.
I wake up in the morning thanking God for my blessings and for opening my eyes to see those who are true to me.
We were best friends, until I saw the way she treated me and realized, that she was just another user.
My Best Friend© COPYRIGHT 2005 Mildred Villatoro. Reproduction prohibited without permission from the author. 06/28/05
