I remember how we met when we were six. We both were just two strangers who felt lonely in a crowd. We looked at each other and smiled.
Together, they climbed up the stairs,
Baby steps into an adult world,
And the shared tiffin at the corner of the lunchroom,
Meant much more than a few pieces of sandwich.
I don’t want to make new friends as I have not moved on from the old ones and I don’t think I can trust anyone other than my friends. Other than my family I have no reason to live.
Two friends who are miles apart,
Wondering if still they are connected with the string made of heart?
She talks to all my friends but she does not talk with me. She also loves me but she cannot tell me.