Growing Apart

You see, there once were two little girls,
And these girls were very much the same,
And they became the best of friends.

They had pure hearts behind clear blue eyes,
And they had imaginative dreams stored in clear minds.

The one little girl would stumble,
And the other little girl would support her.
The one little girl would lose her way,
And the other little girl would open her eyes.
The one little girl would cry a tear,
And the other little girl would wipe it away.

The two little girls shared their dreams,
And confronted their fears.
They comforted each other in times of despair,
And they were the best of friends.

One day, the one little girl found her dreams to be crumbling,
And she looked to the other for support,
But the other little girl had turned into a woman,
And dreams were empty hopes to her.

The one little girl could no longer see the right path,
And she asked for assurance in what was right,
But the other little girl had become a woman,
And her footpath was paved with eggshells and glass.

The one little girl cried a river,
And she reached to the other for a dry shoulder,
But the other little girl had abandoned her childish fears,
And her shoulder was drenched with the sorrow of a woman.
Her arms surrounded the world in the raw,
And justified their careless bloodshed.
She no longer had the strength to spare.

The one little girl still held this woman as her friend,
And she saw the hurt in her clear blue eyes,
And she did not understand.

The one little girl offered her love to her friend, who was now a woman,
But her friend needed more than she could get.
The one little girl saw that her friend would never be happy,
And she was very much like her friend,
And the one little girl could no longer find a reason to be happy.