Looking back on a very old friend
Trying to reflect on the golden age
But what once was love has turned to rage
We first met when we were three
From the first moment I was entranced
Under your influence I never had a chance
I must have done some awful things
While under that strange hypnosis
But all I remember is this
You told me what to do
Showed me who I could be
Told me all about how you were better than me
You got whatever you wanted
I got handmedowns, that's what we could afford
No matter how much you had you always got more
When we played princess
I would play the prince
This and real life had little difference
You were the princess
But I was the fool
I was the dirt, you were the jewel
You would tell your wicked jokes
And then ignore me crying
Annoyed at my offence you explained that you were lying
For years I thought that's what friendship was
Caring for you more than you cared for me
Simply because everyone around us said that's all it could be.
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The Past
PoetryI've been thinking about my past a lot lately. This is basically poems describing what I remember as being the most important parts of my life so far. And some stories of my family's past.
