Remember when,
We were eight?
We felt no love for each other.
Only hate.
We used to scream,
Kick and bite.
We always found ourselves,
In a fight.
We never could have thought.
Could never have even dreamed.
That I'd be friends with you.
And you with me.
How could we?
We hardly talked.
How could we?
We always fought.
But one way or another.
We found a way.
And who knows what happened,
That special day.
We only saw ourselves,
As total strangers.
Who knew that we'd find ourselves,
Almost like sisters?
In every way,
You and I were same.
In every way,
Even in our games.
Our interests were matched.
Our hobbies complete.
Then why the hate?
When we'd meet?
No one knows why we felt this way?
Why we always yelled.
No one can even guess.
Let alone describe or tell.
I guess we were just afraid.
Afraid to let the other know.
How we really felt.
And refused to show.
That we really liked each other.
Liked the way we were.
For years, we stayed.
By each others side.
Perfectly open,
Nothing to hide.
Our love grew,
Fast and strong.
So why did it have to,
Go so wrong?
We used to do everything together.
Hardly separable at all.
Playing games, watching shows,
Even going to the mall.
But changes do happen.
Life goes on.
And we were caught in the middle.
Even after so long.
Maybe it's our stubbornness.
Or even our jealousy.
That pitted me against you.
And you against me.
Once again,
We were brought.
Back to those years.
When we'd always fought.
Again the years
Soon quickly passed.
And neither would argue,
Never try to ask.
What had happened,
To our years long bliss?
What had occurred?
What had caused this?
Instead,
We went on.
Trying to blame the other,
For this wrong.
Yet,
Inside we knew,
What was right.
What was true.
In the end,
We found it was both.
Who had caused this tragedy.
Who had awoke.
The war in which we fought.
The battle that we had formed.
Causing us to part.
Our memories to be torn.
Then that night,
I had become so lost.
I needed to talk to you.
No matter what the cost.
Of course I feared,
That you may deny
Me to speak with you.
As might I.
If you had called me.
Wishing to speak?
Could have I ever found.
That compassion in me?
Or would have I,
Ignored you, maybe forget?
What we have been through,
The time we have spent.
Could it be,
That maybe I would
Actually, accept you?
I'm not sure I could.
My heart isn't soft.
My patience pretty thin.
So how could I?
Summon from within.
That very strength,
To forgive me again.
Even when I have wronged you.
Am no longer your friend.
Still you did it.
Forgave once more.
Even for your heart,
That I must have torn.
I remember those tears.
That we had shed.
Those awful words.
That we had spread.
It was then that I knew,
That we were still friends.
