A handful of Haikus

Why do we still talk
When words, they don’t mean a thing
Like this friendship’s death

Grew up together
Grew out of togetherness
But the truth will stay

Once upon a time,
We were – but i am not your
best friend anymore

There’s a funeral
The words you give, no matter
how many laid. dead.

Hearts, broken – promises
In every silent cry
Friends, tears, go, away.

Wax, dreams, candle-
Lit. If what we shared never
Burnt/ran out of time.


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