Friendship Needs Another Chance

We often more than trot away,
Our heads held high as we prance,
We no longer care to give away,
A meagre cursory glance.

To nip that bud in mid air,
Which utterly resembles blood,
To face such things few people dare,
They fear they might throw up.

But this suffocates the condition ,
For therein hatred does infest,
Crushing the petals of this lovely flower,
Like a cruel and mean tempest.

Lets give away the inhibitions,
Towards truce we must advance,
Lest we forget the golden rule
' Friendship needs another chance.'