Like a shattered piece of mirror
Reminiscent of the past
Did it reflect upon the joy
Fatidic not to last?
Was our destiny played out to be
Or could our bond have been less frail?
Were stories of the greatest friends
Simply myth and fairy tale?
Why was our relation
Like treading on thin glass?
Was it you to blame for senselessness
Or was I the one so crass?
The questions tumble ruthlessly
Like gymnasts off the court
But never would the answers come
When our time was cut so short
For they’re the broken shards of friendship
Lying scattered on the floor
They’re the broken shards of friendship
And what remains of them no more.
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The Artist's Palette- A Poetic Collection
PoetryThis anthology is selfsame to an artist's palette- poets carefully choose and blend their emotions on the creative panel of their mind before applying it in rationed amounts to the paper, the same way a painter would coalesce colors on a palette and...
