To A Friend Poem by Izobelle Pulgo

With broken bones, I cry
With broken heart, I wept
A broken friendship because we lied,
A life of promises unkept.

Differences to overcome
Side-by-side we compete
For a subtle win over one
We were nothing but hypocrites.

I wish it didn't turn out this way
Me hating you, you hating me
We were friends, we used to be,
Why can't we heed our hearts' secret plea?

I know I'm sorry,
And perhaps you are too,
But why is it so hard to say,
Even if all we want to do,
Was forget what happened,
And learn to forgive,
That we may be friends again
A broken friendship,
A friendship we mend.

And this a secret I have kept,
A secret, that's all I have left.: (