They say that friendship will stop our downfall,
It is a stone, a rock in sands of time.
His stone begins to fade to dust and falls
With each loud crash of sound and booming chimes.
The seconds turn to hours, time spins so fast
I can’t decide; I’m always torn in two.
The anger builds. I fear this will not last.
The storms rage on and still I have no clue.
This strife and pain I want to shed and scream
“O why?” I’m stuck in time, a cold place where
Unheard, I cry. The Agony of dreams:
Our bond is lost, just rubble and despair.
A friend’s a friend until it is the end…
The end is now. We part our ways my friend.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Friend to the End
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