By: Tamickia Platero

 I used to have a friend

 She was my best friend

 We grew up together

 She was like a sister to me

 But until she met new friends of her own

 She changed, she is nicer, she is pretty like a rose

 We used to laugh and giggle

 We did everything together

 We used to talk

Today and the other days 

We never talk

Some days I wish I was still her

Best friend