Seasons are always changing
As well as the thought of friendship.
The friendship that once was leading
Yet always on the ask if we ever complete it.
Day one when groups are molded
Our sweet talks that ended late nights.
With plans and promises written on stars
Wash away on our tears and goodbyes.
Drifting slowly that left everyone apart
Turning to stranger and hold someone elses smile.
To our once Ride or Die even end up in You and Us.
Pictures and paragraphs of deep conversation
Is now the thing we only called Past.