Wednesday, 15 October 2014

A Lost Friend


An argument out of control

Words said with no real goal

Not backing down, nose out of joint

Misused words with no real point

 

Best friends with nothing to hide

Slowly hurting our dented pride

Words said that we now regret

An argument started, one to forget

 

Turning back the ticking clock

We used to joke, we used to mock

Laughter not returning to our face

Friendship lost that we can’t replace

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