• My lips were running dry,
    when I spoke to you.
    Our friendship died,
    your heart was in two.

    I failed you twice,
    my precious friend.
    Twas cold as ice,
    on New Year's End.

    By this time you have healed,
    and would have forgotten.
    Emotions I have sealed,
    words that were spoken.

    You are this knight's armor,
    the true sign of valor.
    Will you ever forgive me,
    for my heart-shaped misery?