My New
By:Coy
We met
We talked
We laughed
We walked
I told my secrets and she did the same
A year went by and now came a new, but something changed
Now I'm here, sheading these tears
Until I met again
With the old came a new.
*This poem is based off of the ending of a friendship and the begining of a new. I just want to thank the past for opening my eyes to what they really were and giving me a chance to mend my broken wings from thier burning words*
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