My weakness stares right into my face,
Thereby showing that my thoughts maybe astronomical but my deeds are base.
When will I get over it,
Or will it endlessly continue to hit.
An initiative I need to take,
Cause a relation which is one of the best is at stake.
Its amazing how friends can turn into complete strangers,
Once a flowering friendship lies dead at the back of a hearse.
This seems to have become a habit with me,
Improve or rot are the options left to see.