Friend - Poem by Peter Cloutier
We met in that dusty class room,
rarely spoke or seemed to care,
who would have thought such a friendship could bloom,
such a feeling feels so rare.
Throughout the years we've had much fun,
while together, time flew fast,
our friendship had only just begun,
yet we always seemed to have a blast.
I always felt it'd be you and me,
I felt our friendship would always be,
our trust grew quick and steady,
you felt just like family.
One dreadful day I trusted you,
the feeling of betrayel just hadn't been,
when it struck I had no clue,
the very next day you'de broken in.
Your action felt like molten stakes,
driving through my heart,
my soul experienced a thousand breaks,
I slowly started falling apart.
Now here I am,
don't want to know him,
yet he inspired me,
to write this poem.
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