The Fight
I have a firend. We had a fight. I cried myself to sleep last night. And when I see my friend today, I’ll say, “I’m sorry. Want to play?” I hope she’ll say she’s sorry, too – I’m sure she will – that’s what friends do.
I have a firend. We had a fight. I cried myself to sleep last night. And when I see my friend today, I’ll say, “I’m sorry. Want to play?” I hope she’ll say she’s sorry, too – I’m sure she will – that’s what friends do.
December 3rd, 2008 | Posted in Friend poems | No Comments