Her Heart is Ash

She likes fashion and 'friends',

I can see through them.

Her soul is crumbling,

Her heart is ash.

She made choices,

That she can’t take back.

She looks down on me,

I don’t know she’s there.

She’s been gone so long,

I didn’t even care.

She wanted popularity,

I wanted peace.

The choices were made,

The dice were thrown.

She choice fashion,

I choice friendship.

Guess who won…

Something I wrote in 8th grade, after my 'best friend forever' told me that she hated me 'cause I didn't drool over guys.

Zoa the Twilight Wyvern