Friends Maybe
You stayed over my house and I stayed over yours
Your mother would cuss you out then I’d help you with your chores
You took my favorite pair of shoes and didn’t give them back
I was always there for you it was no question I had your back
We was mans so close we told girls we was brothers
My mother loved you like a son you had 2 mothers
When you got jumped I did too so we both had bruises
Remember we used to steal cars for those late night cruises
But since I got locked up you left your friend hangin’
I’m my own friend in the end that’s the best way I can explain it
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Very powerful！I like the flow in it, and how you wove your message into it.
Understandable that you feel this way about your friend.
I don’t know the situation, apart from the feeling I get from your poetry, but always keep an open mind towards special relationships you have with special people.
Weigh the things he has done to leave you hangin’ with the memories of a life you shared, before everything drifted apart.
Reflect upon the answers, and then decide whether you are really just your own friend in the end, or if he still is your friend maybe.
All the best, and keep your spirits soaring!!!
Dom
Hello, I would like to say well done on writing this poem. Poems can help us reflect and think about the past, I can tell you have been doing some reflecting. Great work.