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I thought you were a friend...
But we never spend time together on the weekends.
I phone and text receiving no answers,
or lies of maybe meeting tomorrow.
Now you want to meet but it's over like a bad hangover.
I'm done being a pushover.
I thought you were a friend but you continued to treat me like an opponent.
All because of jealousy and animosity.
Like a wolf in sheep's clothing, I didn't see the real you.
I guess you were never a friend but truly a foe.
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Melancholic Poetry Collection
PoetryIs happiness reached in the little things? Flying on the swing or buying a new ring? Is it about love or having commercial goods, Buying the latest Rolex or Gucci, Or making a new friend in the neighbourhood? What makes you happy? The one word which...
