6 April 2012
Here I am, In my own confinement. Just a solitary soul- Writing the assignment -friends.
What is a friend? The paper screams. As I look around and ponder, "their never as they seem." -friends
They will be there for you, at least At the start, But then they show their inner self, Thats when you should part . -friends
But we never do, do we? We just carry on with our lives, And try to find the goodness in them; We stick like bee to hive. -friends
They start to take advantage, "I've got her in my palm," They treat us as if dolls; They think we're "neutral and calm." -friends
But inside we're raging. Thinking there's no use. But without them I'm lonesome, Even though there obtuse! -friends
So we pass through pain, Keeping expectations high. Who knows what tomorrow may bring! "but it's no use". We sigh. -friends
Now I am ready to let go, Just move on from the past. Make new friends, better! Maybe, just maybe these ones will last...
Friends • Opuss № I