These cuts are deeper than they seem
These wounds remind me that it was not a dream.
Yet I try my luck everyday
Hoping that one day I’ll get my way
Between us there were many rules unspoken
Between us there were many promises broken.
Yet I remain naive and hopeful
Trying to keep it beautiful.
But I guess all good things must have an end
That it why friendships have an ‘end’.
Farewell I bid thee
For there is no longer a ‘we’.
Your loyal junior,