our friendship was designed with nine lives
you have ruined eight and a half so far
you keep torturing me with needles and knives
but I’m not going to wear a single scar
cause you have never known what I feel
i decided to trade a betrayer for a friend
sure I thought that was a hell of deal
but all my friends are betrayers in the end
this is where it started, this is where it ends
are we really condemned to be just friends?
flames to dust, and lovers to friends
are you sure that this is how it ends?
Pain and bravado in equal measures.Know its bite.Like this poem.Regards.Kev
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
............nice flow of words, well done