Secrets and lies
The master disguise
Of one who pretends
To be your best friend
She treats you so nice,
But is as cold as ice
Yet you are so blind
To the one unkind
Watching you fall into her trap
She stands by to clap
She oversees the mess you've gotten yourself into
While you're left wondering, "What should I do?"
As you try to escape,
While you helplessly cry
She pulls her cape
And disappears in the blink of an eye
Now two friends who were once one
Are forever done, forever gone
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Where the Ink Runs Dry
PoetryJust a collection of poems I have written. I won't stop writing until the ink runs dry. © Copyright of crazyhoran_93 All rights reserved. This story may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permissi...
