When old memories crop up
Could we be friends again and wish we never split apart Burn down the walls that we build over time Hope for things to fall back in place Never make the same mistake Yet, from the mould of memories, can you siphon out the hate and the anger the bickerings and the harsh words, that made you a complete stranger would you trust me again, and confide in me and would I leave myself in your hands, forever, safely We will be friends, but distant ones and I will hope I will never have to face you again We will talk but keep the past out of it and shirk if its brought up just for old times' sake Is it worth picking up the split glass then.. I will hurt my fingers in the act again and maybe it will make me fonder for you but is it possible to forge shattered memories. I can build up my hopes in understanding you But will you really understand me maybe you will laugh at my sentimental mumbo jumbo, and break the shards of memories Yet I want to give you a chance, which I did not when we turned...