Friendship
Self-reflection Series: Death of friendship
I thought that we were friends.
You said you’d always care, and that no matter what, you would still be there.
To celebrate the good times to sooth me when I’m sad.
But it seems that something I have said has made you very mad.
So now you do not speak to me you seem not much to care.
Have I hurt your feelings oh so much that you must pretend that I’m not there?
That I no longer exist to you erased right from your mind like chalk dust on a black board.
You used to be so kind.
What happen to that loving friend that I had grown to know?
What have I done to cause you pain enough to let me go?
A poem (for a friend)
A word to help console and mend broken hearts left from shattered
Self-reflection Series: Death of friendship
I thought that we were friends.
You said you’d always care, and that no matter what, you would still be there.
To celebrate the good times to sooth me when I’m sad.
But it seems that something I have said has made you very mad.
So now you do not speak to me you seem not much to care.
Have I hurt your feelings oh so much that you must pretend that I’m not there?
That I no longer exist to you erased right from your mind like chalk dust on a black board.
You used to be so kind.
What happen to that loving friend that I had grown to know?
What have I done to cause you pain enough to let me go?
A poem (for a friend)
A word to help console and mend broken hearts left from shattered