Kurt Behle

Rookie (14 April 1990 / Clocolan)

Friend - Poem by Kurt Behle

I tried to be a friend as great as the rest
Doing as you wish to best
I even called yourself to me a friend
But you're so rich to wear me like a cheap brand
...My friend

So you treat me like the mourning slave
Dare to know, My say lives in the cave
Gave me the baseless charactor to keep
With my friend I'm alone lonely as deep

And I still call you my friend
..... My Friend

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 11, 2009

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