FriendshipOne in pastels and the other in leather,
They’ve been forced to work together.
Two kids seated down,
They’ve seen each other around.
They started as partners reluctantly,
They warmed up,
Gave the occasional, “Sup?”
Like an outrageous funeral pyre,
Greater and higher
The once embers of friendship became.
They got so close,
Till they could never be morose,
In the other’s company.
But like a once warm fire,
All friendships eventually tire.
Now they don’t communicate;
Is this the inevitable fate
Of all who try?
To let out longing sighs
For days long gone
Where nothing could go wrong.
[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2013 EDITION]
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