End of Friendhsips

If the sun hadn't peaked below the land

If we had noticed the presents given by His hand

Maybe I'd not have to struggle to comprehend

Why the music stopped

Why the band broke up

I want to question it out loud

But each time I try, I come to choke.

The feelings I've provoked

Inflated

As a hot air balloon is, ready to implode

But refuses to

Despite the neccessity, the stressful urge

Instead on my happiness will it splurg

But it's better mine than theirs.