Sharp like scissors you cut her with words.
Your anger strikes her, but softly,
But to me they are far worse than the excuse.
Silence is your only excuse.
Please, remember her brown curls and baby face when you to to put her in your place.
Friendship like this is hard to replace.
Your feet have walked far distances we cant see.
None of us are what we used to be.
Feel, and don't forget.
For, sometimes, words unsaid are what we regret.
