The Day When We Went Separate Ways
The day when we went separate ways is a day I won’t forget
But, it’s the day I regret.
It’s a day about when we first met.
But, it’s the day I regret.
Still here waiting for her apology,
Waiting patiently for hours off hand,
Dreading that she will say something awful.
Or for her to say something thoughtful.
But, she left me lying in the sand, dead and dried out,
She left me there like a starfish in the sun,
She told me that she was done.
I wouldn’t give up on our friendship,
But, it’s a day I regret.
She made me upset.
She was hypocritical,
I was sentimental.
She blamed me for ruining it all
I stood tall,
And would not let myself fall.
But, it’s a day I regret.
Now I sit here, thinking.
Just why?
Why we used to be good friends.
But, it’s a day I regret.
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 10:26 AM UTC
The Day When We Went Separate Ways
The day when we went separate ways is a day I won’t forget
But, it’s the day I regret.
It’s a day about when we first met.
But, it’s the day I regret.
Still here waiting for her apology,
Waiting patiently for hours off hand,
Dreading that she will say something awful.
Or for her to say something thoughtful.
But, she left me lying in the sand, dead and dried out,
She left me there like a starfish in the sun,
She told me that she was done.
I wouldn’t give up on our friendship,
But, it’s a day I regret.
She made me upset.
She was hypocritical,
I was sentimental.
She blamed me for ruining it all
I stood tall,
And would not let myself fall.
But, it’s a day I regret.
Now I sit here, thinking.
Just why?
Why we used to be good friends.
But, it’s a day I regret.
