Written April 2017
You are right, of course.
But I chose to be blind.
These people who call themselves
By the name 'my friends'.
In times of trouble and need
I couldn't seem to find.
You are right, of course.
I wish I could be as cold.
I wish my loyalty
Can easily be sold.
YOU ARE READING
PARTS OF MYSELF
PoetryPoems written long ago, When internet was still boring, When the TV was broken, When I was still a virgin-- on the ways of the world mentally; physically; And words were my only friends.
