Elegy For A Loss To A Friend
She was five foot six with ink black hair cut just below her ears.
She was remembered by her side long glances or her devious stares.
Not once will you see a smile played across her face,
but a menacing scowl that makes you look away.
Day by day I would walk by, not bothering a hello not even a hi.
We were known as friends, acquaintances, nothing more,
until that one day our friendship tore.
She became a nuisence, needy, a fake.
She lied, cheated, and stole right to my face.
I drifted away from her not wanting to be friends.
She screamed, cried, and ...