‘Friends’

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They first asses you,

When they think you are stupid they befriend you

 

They pretend to care about you,

But once in a while you clearly see that they disespect you

 

When the time comes,

They stab you in the back

 

They then turn you around,

Look you in the face,

And they pierce the knife right through your heart

 

Finally,

They laugh as they watch you fall apart

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The Friend

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Her friend said that she could always turn to her,

Yet when she did in her time of need,

She laughed at her

 

Confused,

She held back the tears,

And let out a chuckle,

Not even knowing where it came from

 

The friend who was to hold her hand,

Pushed it back,

As soon as she reached out

 

The friend made her feel,

Like she was surrounded,

Yet lonely

 

The friend who was to wipe her tears,

Made her hold them back,

For another day

 

And when she walked away from her friend that day,

She knew that she would never turn back

 

Yet everyday,

She thinks back and wishes,

That all her friend could have said that day was,

‘I’m sorry, I’m here for you’

 

And maybe,

That day when she lost herself,

Could have only been part of a memory

Special One

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A man once told her,

That he loved her

 

Once an enemy,

He later turned out to be her guardian angel

 

He knew her mood,

By her ‘hello’ on the phone

 

His presence,

Was enough to make her know that it would be alright

 

He said that he saw the tears in her heart,

And the joy in her eyes

 

He said that he saw the pain in her past,

And the struggle in her present

 

He said that he longed to touch and kiss her,

But he went away

 

He taught her what love should be,

He made her hold on to him as a memory,

And she wondered if he did the same

 

She wishes he were still her,

To wipe her tears without his touch,

And to hold her hand without him being in her presence

 

Everyday she wakes up,

Is a reminder that he went away,

 

She still remains grateful for the lesson he taught her,

Knowing what love is

 

 

 

Different Thoughts

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Staring at him,

Knowing that the friendship has lasted,

Foe days which turned to months which turned to years

 

Yet this time the sight of him,

Seems so different,

His lips,

They look so kissable

 

His arms,

The muscles,

The cubes when he’s shirtless,

Who wouldn’t like to touch them romantically

 

Maybe a move closer,

Or maybe a topic that would bring him closer,

Unable to stare at his eyes,

Because of what’s going on in your mind

 

You want him close,

You want to have a taste of his lips,

You want to hear him breath against you

 

Then your remember,

That you are just friends,

And smile back to reality