A budding writer's collection

It's time

Here's my goodbye,

There's no tear stain,

No frowning eyebrows,

Only a sigh.

We walked the long walk,

We talked till it hurt,

We laughed till we scowled,

We held hands,

But it's time to let go.

This'll be my last piece for you,

And with this goes the piece of my heart for you

The chances I gave you,

Cannot be counted on two hands.

The guilt I felt,

The sorrow for something hollow,

I realize now,

I preferred to varnish the wreckage.

But not anymore,

I soar high as I scream,

"It is done. We are done."

Every friendship has its prime,

But walking on broken glass is a crime.