This poem was written after my best friend and I grew apart, as even the best of friends do. Though I thought that our friendship was at its end, I realized that true friendships last forever. We never grew apart at heart. Because friends are like flowers.

Reaching out for a friend who has decided that her boyfriend is everything to her and you don't matter as much to her anymore.

When you lose what is most precious, when you don't know what to do, when you don't know what to say - but you still know how you feel.

I lost my very dear friend. She was (and still is) very special, because she is the one who taught me what it's like to be myself, she helped me discover myself.

She told me that there is no sin in being yourself and loving yourself. She also told me of God and the Love He has for me. She opened myself to myself - she was always there, helping and caring when I was going through this difficult process. And now - we don't even see each other any more and if we see each other in the street - we great like strangers!

I did not lose her by my own 'mistake', but by the wickedness of someone else - my mother who is very possessive of me. It is always bad to loose something that is so precious, especially when they are still there.

This is a poem on the truths of friendships that start out as being the best and ending as being the worst. I am a younger gal, at age 14 as of 1999, and I met a gal that was 18 when I was 9, and we became such good friends.

She walked out on me when the age gap finally got in our way. I write poems about feelings, and this poem is about my feelings of the after- math of a best friendship breaking off into a distant place, where all is left is the hurt and the absence in your heart, that of which nobody can ever refill.

Always remember the good times of friendship, and remember what was, not what has become of a good situation into a bad. Always stay positive. Friendships are the best, don't let them die.

I wrote this poem for someone very special to me. The first time I saw her, she reminded me of Shakespeare's Romeo & Juliet.

We once had a strong relationship, but through circumstances it faded away. That didn't mean I stopped caring for her. And maybe one day?

This is written to my good friend who recently committed suicide. I want him to know he still means a lot to me

It's hard being best friends with a guy when you are a girl. It is so much harder when you both start caring in a more-than-friends way. The most painful thing that could ever happen is when you realize you're both better off without each other.

When I first wrote this, I wrote the title and then thought of a way to make the poem turn out controversial with the title. It's ironic how when you find a friend, this friend treats you as a really good friend at first because you are new, but then starts to fall away.

This happened to me several times on occasion, and when the friend falls away, the mask is removed.