MY BESTIE

I was immature to handle a precious friendship, so I acted carelessly and I lost it! Sorry, dear bestie...

She was the best one
Who
Sensed my thoughts,
Trusted my dreams
With loving heart
And lifting words.

She took me under
Her wings and whispers
Spells to scrap the
Wicked Witches!

But
On a day of Fools
I left in a moment
By hurting feelings
By filling eyes and
Without a smile on happily!

Sorry not enough to heal the wounds
sorry not repress the pain and agony
sorry won't wipe out lonely memories
sorry won't rebuild bygone spaces

Now
I am away from hope and happiness;
Pain and passion
Faith and foresight
However,
I beg your pardon,
Hope your friendship
And longing peace......