Jun 2015
You reached for my hand
And held it strong
You made me believe
That we'll be strong
But when the going gets tough
You were the first to let go
Leaving me hanging
In a broken line of holding on
And held it strong
You made me believe
That we'll be strong
But when the going gets tough
You were the first to let go
Leaving me hanging
In a broken line of holding on
This poem is for a broken friendship. Nothing hurts more than having to stop talking to a friend because she does not want you to anymore.
