It was all about my childhood days,
when we grow memories that always stays.
I entered a new place,
too hard to keep pace.
That's when I chose a hand,
one that I believed to be my support stand.

As days passed by,
it felt more like an ecstasy.
We were growing better friends,
little did I know it would turn into an offence.
I could see her change,
that's when I chose acceptance.

Seeing her new preference,
I stood unfit to her reference.
There come days,
when she hardly stays.
Always finding a way to escape,
she gave our friendship an awkward shape.

When there was a choice to make,
I chose to stay for friendships sake.
A try to make things fall into place,
left my heart broken like a shattered vase.
Hope of doing it right still prevailed,
though all my attempts merely failed.

It seemed to never end,
for she meant to never bend.
Was this a wrong choice to make?
Is the best choice always to break?
No matter how hard I tried,
Here I stand defeated as it no longer remained.
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