I grasp her arm,
Viewing the deep gash.
She said she wouldn't
Do anything rash.
But she broke her promise,
She lied to my face.
She's been shattered,
Like a broken vase.
But now she's gone.
She was my very best friend.
For her,
I was supposed to defend.
But she told me nothing,
Except a childish lie.
I never thought,
I would have to say goodbye.
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Poetry for the Pained
PoetryThis is just poetry that I've randomly written, and feel like publishing them will help or inspire others. They're all pretty short. Please, no hatful remarks.
