When I Cry

As I cry myself to sleep
I think of the times
We used to be neat
Inseparable bound at the hip
Always together, always caring
As my tears burn down my face
I with that I was
Still the person you
Turned to
The person who you used
To call your "favorite sista"
The person who you
Loved
The person who you
Wanted to grow old
With as best friends
I see you with others
And wish I was there too
I love you
And when I cry
I want you to be
The one I run to

April 15th 2004
Author:Margot

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