The tale of summer friendships.

They're all but too good to be true.

it is now that we suffer these consequences that we were too selfish to face before.

It is now that we face them, and we must suffice.

It was those days when we sat upon the stars and hoped for brighter days ahead.

We smiled weakly but loved whole-heartedly.

We craved freedom but only dreamed of true tranquility.

We consoled and sympathized with open eyes.

We were glued, we were synchronized.

We were an empty field of fog.

We were but young, troubled, starving for comfort and grasping each other's.

We didn't know. We didn't know a thing. 

What was laid before us, what was yet to come,

we didn't plan it, we didn't expect it.

You didn't mean it, you didn't say.

You said I'm sorry.

I said okay.

I said okay.

I said okay.

I said okay.

Whatever happened to the bond we had?

We could sit in silence, 

or I would sit and talk to you for hours if you'd just let me get out what I had to say.

If I could release all this pressure.

If I could let it all go.

If I could only find a way.

Reviews

[Ashes]

The repeating "I said okay" felt like it went on for too long, however I like this otherwise. The centering wasn't even awkward, which I don't know how you managed it, but you did and very well. Though the first stanza was a bit bland as compared to the rest of the poem, but it can be over-looked slightly by those who stick with it, though it might be something to work on in the future if you try something with this style again.

[nukamichianpaux]

I'm glad I didn't feedback too bad.
This was actually something I wrote to my friend, so maybe it was bland because she's the only one who can fully relate, and think about each word in relation to her.
I applied the multiple 'I said okay' to emphasize just how many times I'd given her a second chance. But I can see how it could be annoying to read.
I very much appreciate your constructive criticism, however. Thank you very much.