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I Miss You my Best Friend

Every memory remains

as the days pass quickly by

as I look upon the past

my heart just wants to cry


We were always together

through the good times and the bad

I try to keep a smile

but I can’t fight the feeling sad


Your laugh was addicting

and so was your smile

now everything’s changing

and I’m stuck in denial


The person that has changed

at first I thought was you

but I realize now it’s me

but it’s not I changed, but grew


Everyone will change

and everyone will grow

but I will always forever love you

and that I hope you know


I miss so many things

about the way it used to be

we both have made mistakes

not “just” you or not “just” me


I miss all of the good times

like when we’d talk all night long

or when we’d belt out the lyrics

to sing out loud our song


when we’d fall over laughing

and we wouldn’t know why

all the hugs you gave me

when all I’d do is cry


I miss our golden moments

and the things we would say

acting like stoners

day after day


I miss when we’d talk

for hours on end

I miss when you cry

When I left Davao to fly


Our memories are priceless

our moments are precious

but what I really miss

was when you shared your life with me


You gave me your love

the kind of love I deserve

the kind  I want to return

I miss  you mot, I miss you my best friend!


What I’m left with is Me…

It seems someone is angry at me

It seems someone has forgotten me

Both these feelings are now beyond any repair

I am now a part of someone’s hatred

But that doesn’t hurt me any more

For this is what I deal with everyday

A new foe comes by, unwanted and even sometimes unknown

An old friend ends the tie just like that

And sometimes even come out to be the new hater

Of my being

I never speak

I never talk

I never complain

I never speak those silly lies

Neither do I hope for those who are gone to come back

But why did they go in such a rush?

Leaving behind me in the bustle I could never be a part of

What I’m left with is me

I am my best friend

I am my worst enemy.


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