My heart lay bleeding,
My pale skin scarred,
My thoughts faster than a racecar,
Screaming they're battle scars.
Memories now cease,
As I pick up the last piece.
My soul filled with grief,
Just for a moment brief.
There was a time,
When she was mine.
When I could bare my heart,
And knew she wouldn't pass a retort.
She moved on with time,
But I wasn't fine,
For she ditched me,
And the friendship we keep.
Lost were four years of memories,
Lost these memories to mind's cemeteries.
I once treasured her dearer than life,
But "these are battle scars" reminded life.
A/N- So this poem is for all those who could relate to the separation from a best friend. We use tags like "best friends forever", oblivious to what's in store for us.
My dear Wattpaders, stand for your friends and cherish each moment spent with them. :) It does make a difference.
KY
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Broken and the shambles
PoetryWe have been hit hard by life. We learn and relate from our experiences. This poem is about how life flung curveballs, it is about how bad I have been hit, and finally, it is about how I tamed the wild beast we all refer to as life.
