William H Whelan
A Foolish Friendship - Poem by William H Whelan
It seemed a foolish friendship.
Instead of a love affair.
As we told each other.
Not to really care.
But to love for today.
And let tomorrow take its toll.
We did, what happened?
You parted with my soul.
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