The word Friendship is hard, painful, mean and not fair
But if you treat it with care then the word friendship is the lullaby that sings you to sleep it can be a poll when your bout to mold but its not a fairytale that can be told because no on can see it but you.

One minute you look into their eyes you see hope and dreams that are at float.
I can’t explain friendship in any language or act
For a fact I know that a friend brings

Pain into your heart
It stabs you over and over again like a dart it cuts it open in half you cry your alone but why keep hanging on for just another cut why stay there when there is only a rock in your girlfriends heart
How you wish to go back wishing bigger and laughing louder pretending like you don’t give a **** or being beasties for the whole world to see
How can someone’s eyes have love and care but behind them there scared and untruthful.
You can’t delete the memories, you cant forgot the time they were there when no on else was or being that person who kept loving you back and forth.

And when they call your name you smile even thou it doesn’t reach those tearing eyes and how easy it can be to trust them and believe again.

If a tear goes down that cheek or your heart is a water creek then why hold on to the memories why not delete the last part of them.
The answer you were trying to find is not that easy to seek.

Because deleting theses memories would just make the memories bleak and cold and set to stone.

Cutting my hart ripping it apart is not a game I would like to compete in.                                                                                                                                                                                     you can stab me hurt me and be untruthful towards me but the thing that makes keep  holding on is why you leave a tear in my heart.                                                                                                                                   Every time you rip my heart apart with those hands every time you leave a scar you always leave a tear because leaving is not as easy as you want it to be .                                                                                                  it never seems like there still there but when I ask you the question why keep holding on why do you clutch your heart and say I’m never going to leave because there is a tear a cut and scar left on my heart for me to remember the times we stayed up and cried the days were we laughter till we died the deals the future was speeding  by  and the only thing we had left of each other                                                                  is my ripping dripping soul that sings my favorite lullaby my girlfriends heart.