Poem 14: Memories

Every once or twice

in a very great while

I'll think about the old memories

the ones that make me smile

and then I think about

the memories that are new

for those don't make me smile

they make me hate you

but sometimes I would remember

both the good and the bad

and I will start to cry

instead of being mad

for our friendship was invincible

we were inseparable When We Were Young

then one day it all disappeared

and it hurt like a Kick to a lung

I don't know how it happened

in a flash it was all gone

when you were best friends forever

but maybe our friendship was gone all along