Troubled thoughts wage war within your heart.
The devil plants the seed from the start.
Leaving you confused when we are apart.
Thinking if this is the time that we should part.
Remember how in the past,
We thought our love would last
No matter what problems surfaced or tried to blast,
The peace and joy by the dice that was cast.
Meant to drag us down while we hold fast .
To hurt and pride as life flies past
And there is no time to recast
Our friendship that has become like broken glass.
MARYANN BOSAH 