Just a few words written just burn,
Memories of you now concern.
Did you really use me as you portrayed,
That’s the message you just conveyed.
I was fking convenience to your disposal,
Every kind jester was just another dammn proposal.
I looked at you as a true friend,
Not knowing you just fking pretend.
How am I supposed to believe anything now,
Teary eyed and hurt my head..just bows.
You told me you love me at one point,
Finding out now its untrue you disappoint.
My true friends are still just a few,
Past actions will live to haunt you.
This is a really great poem i like it alot! ! and your right you only have few true friends
great poem...you're right...there are only few true friends...and they are the best...they're always there....
True friends are as scarce as rocking horse droppings when you find one be glad, nice touch gaveit a 9 a friend on line Chris
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We are all better off without fake friends. Sometimes I think the more people that aggravate me in life just push me more toward people who are not so aggravating and that's a good thing. Nice expressive poem. Sincerely, Connie Webb