Once

I once heard laughter is the best medicine
I once heard love could cure the deepest wounds
I once knewn that an out stretched hand could make a person feel right again.
But now there is no amount of laughter,
No amount of joy in love,
No amount of friendship that could make me forget.

The night was young and we were getting older
Wondering, playing, touching, singing, we were all letting go
Of inhibitions and morals sake, we would let go just for one day.
I touched your face you pushed my arm we laughed together in playful banter
But things started to occur to me, unrealistic towards frightful confomity,
It started killing me.

Now we sit ten miles apart waiting the deep to hide our foolish hearts
Where love and friendship once was
Is now salt in the wounds leaving a bitter pain.
We are cold, not bold and less stoic, no more are we children.
You are not my friend you are not my lover.
You are not my blood nor my brother.
You are a memory simple and clean.
No more attachments nothing more to see
But you are one that I cannot forget,
Nor forgive.
You are one that will have made our friendship
Nothing but vain.