Nicole Edwards

(5-25-1983 / Flint Michigan)

GoodBye To A FareWell Friend


Goodbye to a farewell friend

Goodbye to a farewell friend,
I thought you would never stab me in my heart,
Goodbye to a farewell friend,
I thought you would stay but you ran away,
You said you would never leave my side,
But just like that you slammed the door in my face,
So I guess you weren’t meant to stay,
that’s why I say today you’re my farewell friend,
Well my farewell friend you will stay,


Written by Nicole Elizabeth Edwards
October 19th 2008

Submitted: Monday, October 20, 2008
Edited: Tuesday, November 11, 2008

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  • Tj Becker (10/20/2008 10:35:00 AM)

    It seems there are way to many farewell friends. Great poem enjoyed it very much (Report) Reply

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