This poem describes a few of my so-called "friends", mixed into one fictional character. When I want to talk to them or spend a little time with them, they're always talking to someone else, busy, or doing something else. I don't bother going up to and talking to them a lot because of that, and I feel like we're just drifting apart. Thanks for checking this out!
Rated: K - English - Friendship/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 95 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 10/23/2017