Bset Firend
I thought he was my best friend
The best one I’ve ever had
Instead I found out the truth
And what I learned was sad
We still call each other friends
But I feel were far apart
Though we see each other every day
I have a broken heart
He has made new friends
And,I’ve made some too
We are talking less and less
And inside I am cold and blue
Each and every night I pray
That he will finally see
How much I want our friendship back,
And how much he means to me.
hmmm, sengaja typo at title ya…..
kalo ketemu dijalan, tabrak aja neng >:)
abis ntu ditilang. masuk penjara. lom lagi motor beset2? duh.. nda deh
jadi ingat pesan socrates, apa yang kelihatan jadi musuhmu sesungguhnya bisa jadi dia teman baikmu dan begitu juga kebalikannya!
salam bwt om socrates ya, pas bener
temen apa temen? hiks…susah deh 
karena bertemen dahulu demen kemudian
temen lah.. emg demen dulu bertemen kemudian yg bener ya? tamba loro ati.. ^^
hiyahiyahiyahiya…
gimana datenya pak? ;))
pantang mundur, maju terus dan jangan tersungkur
ahh…kisah lama lagiiii…….kapan warase?
bukan rit :D.. nemu poem yg bagus aja kok
kalo diplesetkan jadi BUSET FIRED.
artiin sendiri noh….
ugh…tidak :((
kalau jodoh ndak bakalan kemana-mana kok neng. Tapi kalau udah “ngebet” ya kejer aja pake motornya hehehe…