Broken Friendships
Good Times/Bad Times - Claire
Together - Emma S
GOOD TIMES/BAD TIMES
Many broken pieces
I walk along the beach
There used to be a pair,
All I can do now,
To live to die,
TOGETHER
Together,
Together,
Together,
Together,
Together,
Together,
Together,
Together,
Together no longer,
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© Claire
Shattered, now apart
What can I do to mend it?
To mend by broken heart?
Leaving footprints cold and bare
How can I enjoy the sunset,
When there’s no one here to share?
Of footprints next to mine.
But they washed away with waves
And the shifting sands of time.
Is remember how things were.
The good times, not the bad times,
Which caused my heart to stir.
What does it matter?
While I am in this state.
I didn’t know how much I loved,
Until it was too late.
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© Emma S
Within a smudge of blue,
I walk the footpath.
With only ourselves in a group,
We are content.
We talk about the important things
Of our lives.
We are somehow complete,
Needing no-one else.
We hear the voice behind us,
Interrupting our private world.
As if one person, we glance back,
Seeing the face that spoke.
We try to accommodate the person,
Losing the closeness we had.
The conversation we make
Is of mindless events.
We become smatters of blue
That once made a beautiful smudge.
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