I now know, I can’t trust her as my friend.
I’ll find my own path without her & wend.
She’s used my friends as “puppets” & I, her “pawn.”
That’s unforgivable. Now all her so called “tools” are gone.
People like that, they get the worst out of life.
Miss out on best friends, good times- her’s, remain rife.
But when you meet the one who makes you smile then defied,
Don’t rue the good memories that soul left behind.
As much fun as it was to have her around,
She should have known when she had crossed the bound’.
I’ve tried countless times to forget her betrayal-
Disremember. I won’t pretend who I’m not, or portrayal.
A friend like that for me is surely not needed.
Though what had happened much was impeded.
If becoming a bigger jerk is how she wants her “spotlight,”
Then too bad, so sad, unfortunately she’s not right.
I don’t believe anyone will learn to trust her again.
What she had done to not only me, be the cause of her bane.
Although there’s much I want to say, I can barely put into words.
What I’d really like to do is confront her; prepare my girds.
Come to think of it, she was not really much of a good pal.
Bored, yearn attention, or no reason; dump her friends, she shall.
Though a good friendship was lost- I had also gained.
My other good friends still with me remained.
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