SONNET. Kind of. Without that Pentameter Business.
Every friendship will change along with time,
The strong bonds you have will wither and die.
Moments you share will not be like their prime,
When times of confiding will not apply.
There will be nothing more than the past’s thrill,
Some forced smiles and unrefined glares.
You’ll watch her mature as you remain still
Knowing you’re the only one who still cares.
At the park you played in, you’ll remember the name,
When you hear that song, you’ll remember the voice.
In your mind- that forgotten “Forever” claim
Then you’ll question; by fate or by choice?
Yes, friendships will change as your days get longer,
But not all friendships go amiss, some get stronger.
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