I wrote this poem when one of my best friends had to move to another country. I remember how the paper I had written it on was soaked in tears and how the ink was all smudged. Please enjoy and give feedback!!
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To me,
friendship is like a vast tree.
Whilst you are the trunk,
best friends make up for the branches,
and people you meet throughout the long path of life
are the leaves.
These often fall and are awooshed far away,
although others grow back.
However, the branches are permanently there;
always sticking with the trunk.
When you left,
it was as if one of the branches had fallen.
You were the largest branch,
the one that was suppose to everlast.
Now my tree is raw open and hurt, and it will be long before it heals.
I pray that it will, soon.
Tessia T.
