Scars City

Scars City By: Marivil Boniza Our friendships pure, where our tastes alike and blend, Yet there's a voice in my head saying “For ties too tight can cease to be." What's friendship that is pure? If let alone shallow in shore, A kindred friend intertwined, Yet pain is bound, Our friendship is fleeting, yet bind with treasured memories, A bittersweet finale Indeed, our time of yore was a grand As time diverges The profound ties began to amass. With memories fleeting, Yet memories are vast In life's tough storms, when doubts arise, There's a friend who listens, never lies