Losing a Friend

When I bought the 'Mood ring', the shape was a broken heart, with 'Friend' on one side and stone on the other side. The colour was black and I began to feel emo. But this poem was written before I bought it, and its unextended because i wanted to write more...

Its not love, nor family,

But losing a friend is what I fear,

The friendship is on the tip of my fingers,

Soon it will fall down like drops of tears.

Like fireworks in the night,

We fly and shine in separate ways,

But I will never forget those days,

our memorable days.

My tears flow to my cheeks,

As those memories replay again,

I stand outside my house,

And shower myself under the rain.

I remember they used to say,

The grass is greener on the other side,

So I hold on my tears.

And the pain I'll have to hide.