My very good friend
I feel I cannot trust
For once again he failed me
Part ways I think I must
I've tried throughout my life
To keep the drama low
Only to be dissapointed
This I do now know
Being alone Is not so bad
Solitude could be bliss
This feeling of deception
Is one I won't soon miss
Should I start over
And find another friend
Umm, I don't think so
I wish not to be burned again
One less contact on my phone
What else can I say
For every other weekend
I was tired of playing wingman anyway
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Rings true about people who come into your life and disappoint you. Move on. Well said.