Broken Ideal Friendship

Broken Ideal Friendship short poem

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We were kids and we were four
Formed the best group of friends before
Got to play almost all street games
Not minding if sun already sets.

Oftentimes, visit each other’s house
Happily watched cartoon-series about blue cat and brown mouse
Ate finger foods with not so clean nails
It never mattered for enjoyment really sails.

Sang songs whilst sitting on a firewall
Swaying, not letting anyone fall
Kept promises that we thought will prevail
Such a bad luck that the swears failed.

Solid friendship broke as we got into a fight
So insane of me to lose closeness that was so tight
Memories fade as anger took over
Which might not happen if I didn’t let.

Missing those times as maturity came
That present time would be better if we remain the same
Now there’s nothing allowed for me to feel
But full of regrets for real squad turned to reel.

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