Dear Friend

I never knew that it would be like this.

But I can’t predict the future, and I can’t control the past.

Damage control on the heart with fake means to an end can not last.

It’s been a blast, I’ve had fun. Don’t be crass. No ones won.

This isn’t a walk in the park, don’t get mad.

Cause I love you from a far. Now my heart is made of glass.