Gone are the days when we stayed
Awake in nights while in our bed we laid,
I didn’t care who was the lady and who was the maid
And now to me farewell you bade.
Sent into wallow in your vanity,
How could we follow through with insanity.
If criticism of ones loved isn’t integrity,
I’m afraid we’ve crossed the lines of insecurity.
Look in the mirror that’s what you told,
With little to know how that was cold,
Or was Our friendship was meant to be sold,
And is this chapter meant to always fold.
Follow me in the dark and put in your trust,
Do what you have to and what you must,
But don’t tell it wasn’t for lust,
Our friendship is over in obsession’s gust.
A childhood dream a ring for a friend,
Was this how was it meant to end.
