Treasure Island

michelle al G

(1995-2-21 / riyadh)

Backstabber


Sisters we were
True friendship
Like us
they say
There wish
is being like me and you
Gossip we hate
being popular we don't care about
True friendship
is all we care about
at the end of the day
betray we don't know
lying we can't do
fighting we won't do
A promise we kept
never let this precious friendship
wash away
but when you went away
your soul went astray
gossiping you did
popularity all you dream about
backstabber you became
i wished you could be the same
my birthday came
you were my birthday wish
when i bellowed the candle on the dish.! :)

Submitted: Tuesday, June 15, 2010

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