For My Best Friend
By snochica149
She is alone and crying... Her confidence is shattered beyond repair... All alone she cries insinde and out, She feels unloved, unwanted, and ugly. The tears she cries are like books... Each one tells a story of heartach and pain. Her soul is the library that holds these books. If you look into her library you'll never find books of love and joy... It only holds books of sorrow. I wish I could help her mend her heart... But only the love a man can undo the hurt. So now I sit and watch as my best friend slips... into the darkness that has consumed her life. Written November 13th, 2001 © on Nov 14 2001 06:53 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"She is alone and crying......"