We were little
We were the same
We would play those childish games
Play pretend
We were the best of friendsWe grew older
We grew stronger
We understood
We were growing apartWe split
Your half and mine
We didn't know that our games
Had endedI feel
And you came back
We had more laughs
But something was differentYou were spoken
You had moved on
You had other
Better things anywayI was desperate
I couldn't live without you
It hurt just to think
That our side was
One sidedWe were fighting
We yelled
And I drove it too farBut all I wanted was to protect the thing
I'd already lostWe grew old
We grew apart
But I didn't think
It would shatter my heartA/N
One of my best friends and I have been fighting and growing apart for a while. And if your reading this you know who you are. But all I want to do is protect her. And now I've lost her.
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Ramble
PoetryMe going of ranting in poems and warning! This gets depressing and rage inducing. And sadly very true for many situations.