Friends
Threads of laughter, once so bright,
Woven tight through day and night.
Secrets whispered, dreams confessed,
A friendship’s bond, a fortress blessed.
Then came the silence, cold and vast,
A careless word, a love surpassed.
Misunderstandings, walls arose,
A distance grew where friendship flows.
Regret sits heavy, a leaden weight,
Words unspoken, sealed by fate.
Doors slammed shut in anger’s heat,
Leaving echoes in the lonely street.
But memories linger, bittersweet,
Of laughter’s echo, soft and fleet.
A longing whispers, could it be?
To mend the threads, and set hearts free?
The path may twist, the road unclear,
But bridges built can conquer fear.
With open hearts and words sincere,
Friendship’s flame might reappear.
Though time may pass, and seasons change,
A second chance, a rearranged.
For in the garden, wild and free,
Friendship’s bloom may yet rebirth, you see.
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