I have this friend...
Well she's not any more.
She spreader rumours about me,
Calling me a whore.
Honest to gods truth,
What she said reflected her...
Over eight guys within a year,
Had got in her underwear.
Yet she calls me the whore,
And says nasty things.
When I've said nothing but honesty,
And complied with what it brings.
Yet, she has the audacity to continue,
Telling people I've not yet met,
That I'm the whore and liar,
And how her trust she regrets.
So why am I still friend with her?
I know it seems foolish to be.
But I can't do that to the friends we share.
So I'll just continue pretending.
©Odd
Dedicated to a girl I pity to much to hate. I like to think I've taken the higher morale ground.
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