There were two friends, <br />friends of gems, <br />there were no qurrals, <br />with no type of morals. <br />friends from grade, never to have split in tie, <br />even though they fought; which did a magic dead lock, <br />brought them together again. <br />pains they took, <br />while others looked. <br />sadness they share, while others did not bear. <br />fruits of labour they shared, while the roots, 'the they' destroy. <br />two with lifestyle, non with hairstyle. <br />one hits the other, the other hits one, <br />from then they are tightened like the two barrels of the gun. <br />one laughs, the other cries, that's how they share the tree of their lives. <br />one day, inbetween them a girl came, which split their name and fame. <br />Oh! fights all the way, <br />till the crack of the day. <br />they were never at peace, to see each others prece. <br />no time to talk to each other, no thime to walk with each other; <br />oh! how heart breaking it was. <br />they never ate with each other, they never played with each other, <br />they never helped each other, <br />but one fine day, <br />they said sorry to each others hay. <br />and they became friends all over again.<br /><br />Savio Vogt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/broken-heart-109/
