Friends


The friends who come and go,
Are the ones you've come to know.
And the friends you think you know,
Are the ones you really don't.
We try to live our life thinking that we are not alone.
When in reality, we are just setting our minds aside,
To wonder and postpone.
I never understood why we are the way that we are,
Yet we still have one thing left in common.
But is it a brain or is it a heart?
There are things we do and there are things we say.
Yet we get them confused,
As if they were two lines in a play.
Mistakes will occur.
Lessons may be learned.
It's the price that we pay,
Not the things we have earned.

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