Blooming

8 0 0
                                    

Why is it so quiet nowadays
It's not even summer
But I'm in such a haze

My best friend held that blade to her neck
But she said I was the one holding the blade
And I never noticed
I never even noticed
Every word I spoke left another scar

It's my fault
I know it I know it I know
No one else is to blame for our mistakes
Her and I were inseparable
But that doesn't make us good for each other
She was just the one that got away
That's all

Best friends
They meet
They grow
They love
Then they fade away just like a flower
It's formed and it grows and it blooms and then it withers and dies

WitheredWhere stories live. Discover now