I thought our friendship was for the better.
We laughed out loud at jokes we share,
Told those secrets only to each other.
Shared the same bedsheet to keep us warm at night.
I thought this was our sacred story.
It had all seasons combined in a whirl wind.
It held treasures of the season in its gold sealed chest.
Our greatest treasures sought out from each other.
But all stories has an ending.
But meaningful like the stars above the galaxies.
I know sad comes to u every once in a while.
wasn't I there to carry u for the day?
wasn't I the one u came always to;
for every silly things tht u had...