💔Milly and Sweetie were two friends
Who were so close to each other.
They helped each other in the toughest bends
And cared for each other like a mother.
💔They talked for hours over the phone,
And literally shared everything they owned.
They were so loving and caring
And happiness did their conversations bring.
💔Their interests were so alike
And so were their dislikes.
In their bond, there were no blisters,
And they considered each other as sisters.
💔Everyday, they felt blessed,
But one day sweetie felt pissed.
In a sea of anger, she felt herself getting swished,
And for Milly to be dead she wished.
💔Earlier she spoke very sweetly,
But now her she treated Milly rudely.
Her every word was a piece of ice,
That broke Milly's heart and made her sorrow rise.
💔Whatever Milly said to make her understand,
Did not reach her heart which was anger tanned.
Soon they grew apart,
As now they had broken hearts.
💔Maybe one day they will meet,
And from the heart they will greet.
Perhaps they will understand how hurt they were feeling,
As they permanently solve their misunderstanding.