friend-ship sinking...a poem

There are many friend-ships out at sea

and I have one that's sinking,
So I am pondering and thinking...why?

What makes you give me the cold shoulder,

should I have acted a little less bolder?

I was being nice or so I thought.

but you and I,

seemed like we would have connected as friends,

but false impressions can be made

and fake games can be played

with some of those you meet

I bid adieu,

to what I though I knew,

and though not friends

I want to make amends

for what I did or did not do

as you fade into the grey

from the blue...

some friend-ships sink too easily,
{{{NV}}}