As far as I know, things are going so well.
We're getting along and our friendship's quite swell.
As far as I know, I haven't been rude,
I haven't been cold, I haven't shown tude.
Once again, always, I'm the last one to know.
When he acts so distant as if I'm a foe.
Happy memories painted over with black.
I wonder if those times can ever come back.
And try as I might, as far as I go,
It seems to be fate. I'm the last one to know.
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Poetry About Life
PoetryI've been inspired by a close friend who also writes poetry about her life experiences. Granted, my poetry won't be as good as hers, but here goes.
