Roses are red and violets are blue I just want to say.... I miss you and the friends we used to be. When went on long summer walks share smiles and trade jokes and talk until day turns to night go home and talk on the phone until night turns to day. That’s the way we loved to play... I won't sit here and pretend as if its not my fault as all the blame doesn't fall on my part out secrets we shared clawed their way out of my mouth. That’s why I can never appreciate a good thing until it’s far too late leading me to have more self-hate. Our friendship is kind of like a broken vase I can glue it back together with as me promises that as I want while you pant over it with saying its ok it never happened but the cracks in the vase are still there the cracks in our friendship are still there I don't know if it helps or makes up for everything but I just want to say.... I'm sorry