Broken hearts

💔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.