I have met many people,
The one who sticks is called friend.
Our thoughts may repel,
But our talks never end.
You were very expressive and light,
And I am a heavy ball of fire.
You never get engaged in fight,
And I'm the strangest kind of attire.
I always thought that you are best,
Thought that I must learn from you.
But there was something strange
That I must knew.
So I observed you in crowds,
Noticed sweet gaps between your words
In my mistake you were proud,
Like you are a selfish bird.
I got to see your real view,
At this point our friendship end.
I was foolish to believe in you,
You were just a FAKE FRIEND.
-A.S.
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This poem is my very first poem and it holds a special place in my heart. I hope you like reading it.
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PoetryI gathered all my feelings together and presented them in some sweet rhymes. These are not just four lines that rhyme but every word tells something, about my feelings, about my opinions and about me. Not everything that I write is personally felt...
