Frozen Friends

Sometimes when I judge my conscience, white,
I hear words not spoken, see broken pairs,
Wonder why growth will dim true bromance light,
Wish to talk, but willingness need repairs,
Neglect the concerns of my friends affairs,
Some friends are better left alone, I know
Some turned closer family, on the low.
For broken promises, I’m sorry friend,
Our torn affection garment, let’s please sow,
I’ll be here till wherever you call end.

Wildkhard [TA]