I said "Hi!
Wanna be friends?"
You said yes.
But there's always an end.
There's always an end in friendship.
It's in the name.
We grew apart.
We aren't the same.
When we were younger,
We were so close.
We went through our highs.
Now we're at the lowest of lows.
You were my sister.
What's become of us now?
I don't know what happened.
Why is this something we can allow?
Why is there so much dislike,
Between us both?
It angers me,
But saddens me most.
I said I didn't care,
If you left my side.
Partially true.
Partially a lie.
If you want to leave,
That's okay with me.
I just want you to be,
The best you can be.
You may not like me anymore.
I'll be fine.
I'm just glad to know,
You were once a friend of mine.
YOU ARE READING
//T H O U G H T S .//
Poetry"When we have second thoughts about something, our first thoughts don't seem like thoughts at all - just feelings." -Sydney J. Harris ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~
