Nicholas Wayde Turner

A Dead Friendship - Poem by Nicholas Wayde Turner

You're like a tiger hunting his pray.
I never look forward to seeing you during the day.
This new position has gone to your head.
Our friendship for six months is now dead.
You're not the same person I once knew.
And everyone else thinks so to.
I strongly believe you just want to order people around.
You better be careful before you get sent to the pound.
instead of a tigger hunting his pray, turn into kitten hurrying to play.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 17, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, November 18, 2013

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