"Friends forever,"
Something worth to endeavor.
But what if
Life gets in the way;
And words spoken no longer weigh;
And distances just makes
The well-baked cakes
Go sour?
What if
You realize that you're alone;
And the birds sing a melancholy tone,
Perhaps it's better
To run than to chatter;
To save yourself from attachments
So you won't endure detachments.
Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 9:41 PM UTC
"Friends forever,"
Something worth to endeavor.
But what if
Life gets in the way;
And words spoken no longer weigh;
And distances just makes
The well-baked cakes
Go sour?
What if
You realize that you're alone;
And the birds sing a melancholy tone,
Perhaps it's better
To run than to chatter;
To save yourself from attachments
So you won't endure detachments.
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