camille09

Monáy

I thought it was impossible for me to be friends with her.

She sometimes sore my feelings though I easily get hurt.

It was last April, the first time we talked about our troubles.

We sing, inspire and appreciate each other like duple.

 

We shared jokes and we called each other "Monáy"

Keeps on sending insights with a smile.

Life throw us difficulties, often at times.

Asking for advice to one another and cry.

 

From then on, our bond did not last longer.

Someone need a space to think things over.

When I'm gone, she will stay in my memories.

Calling me up to bring bliss.

Comments1

  • orchidee

    A nice write Camille.

    • camille09

      Thank you Orchidee, have a nice day!



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