HI! This is another poem about my best friend and my friendship...

Withered Rose

Watching the changing state of the deep red rose,

Reminiscing the memories we spent as friends,

Looking away with tears in my eyes,

Unable to control them inside.

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True, nothing drastic did ever happen,

Nothing major did ever fade our friendship,

True friendship is like the red rose,

Never realized until it fades.

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I look back at the rose which slowly descend to the side,

Withering just like my friendship with you.

Whenever you hang out with him,

I feel like a third wheel, rejected.

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As I watch you hang out with him,

The only feeling I have is,

Rejection, abandoned,

And I become deeper in isolation.

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You still confide in me whenever needed,

Only for the girl talk,

But you go to him,

And feel safe and secured with only him.

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Taking one last look at the rose,

Which is now a black withered rose,

Just as our friendship fades,

Like the life of the once deep red rose.

This was inspired by my friend, Tahniat who got a boyfriend. I'm sorry to say but I do feel exactly as expressed in the poem. I'm pretty sure many people can relate to me in this way...

Anyways...plz review!