A scar imprinted in your emotions,
A thin line engraved with a pen of hurt,
You know she didn’t mean it,
That stuff comes with a friend,
And there will always be problems you’ll both have to mend,
She knows that your down and hopes to resolve,
This is a friendship she wants to solve,
Forgive her; you know that she really needs you,
Words are just thoughts un-pre-thought-through,
So when that scar mends,
And you feel all alone,
Your friend is waiting beside the phone,
Just call her up and talk it out,
Smooth out the kinks and forget your bout,
Return to the friendship you had built to last,
And focus on the future- not your past.
--A poem written randomly for Margarita who asked me to write it so she could make up with her friend, it worked so im happy :)
