Pain's FallinAngel

(4/4/97 / PA)

A Letter To Late


Dear Matt,
What happened
Why aren't we friends anymore?
What went wrong
I don't remember doing anything wrong
I thought we would stay friends forever
I really miss everything about you
I miss your sparkling beautiful eyes
I miss your crazy jokes
Your funny voices
Your contagious laughter
And your smile
Our crazy conversations
Your amazing guitar riffs that only you let me hear
The dreams you'd tell me about
I'd do anything to be your friend again
I never wanted this amazing friendship to end
I love you
I miss you
- Faith
unfortunatly this letter came to late
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Submitted: Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Edited: Friday, April 13, 2012
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