Treasure Island

Sarina Henry

(07/28/99 / Milwaukee, Wisconsin)

Decietful Friends

When you're on your death bed
Where you listen to stories
and reminence
A women old and grey sits next to you
she's been your friend since you were neigh high
and wheat thin
your other friends have been over also
they say they want to helo you
write your will
you haven't seen them and ages
they just appear
You listen to them
telling you who should get what
but your best friend keeps her mouth shut
You ask her what she thinks
and she says
'Only you know who deserves your heart'

And only then will you find out who your friends are

Submitted: Wednesday, March 06, 2013
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You know who your real friends are when you can go out in public and they aren't afraid to be seen with you. Decietful friends just want to use you and when you have nothing left to give they move on.

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