If you ask for my sympathy,
all you’ll get is my apathy.
You drown in insecurity?
Guess what? It doesn’t bother me!
I wonder...where were you my friend?
Where were you the time my heart bled?
Were you there with your hand to lend?
O right...with my girlfriend in bed!
Nothing like friends and girls who decide to screw you over without care or worry!
More than a little poetic justice in this one... good write, Michael! Brian
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Let us convert our physical love into divine one!