Before we knew them,
We were always like a cohort,
stuck together like a finger and a nail.
We were like siblings,
All we did was to duplicate one's moves.
We were identical clones.
Our minds were reflecting childish, Thinking right at our fingertips, together sharing tips.
We revoked and renewed every thought,
always summoned by a venture.
Since we knew them,
we grew canines,
Stab and go is our profession.
We suck blood and ran away,
we thought that it was the way.
Since we knew them,
Our friendship is just a pretending ahem,
more like a pretending solemn.
We have turned beautiful enemies.
I guess we nurtured the nature,
Always there to pick up the remains,
of our friend's cremates.
Leaving hollow hearts and bettering it with a coy smile.
Since we knew them,
We had bad blood in our hands
and another round of a forger,
Is this how life has to be?
© Tlotliso Banda 2015.
Edited: ©Musa Gift Masombuka Artworks.
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