Darth_Yuthura

Thanks for the compliments... though it's not so much as the friendship became routine... more like the friendship just died. You see, I looked up to someone for the first time in my life, and this was during the rough stage in my life, so it was nice to have someone to lean on for once.

So being left high and dry, on my own, wasn't too good. This poem just uses certain objects that I remember from the friendship to justify it's meaning. I wonder what everyone elses interpretation of it was?