who is my friend?
Is it him?
Is it her?
Could it be you?
Is it this eyes of envy?
Or this negligent nose?
Could it be this exploiting ears?
Or this mocking mouth?
Is it these harmful hand?
Or this lurching legs?
Can my friend watch me drown?
Will my friend want me down?
Are you my friend?
You who lies to me with ease?
You who slays me with your tongue?
You who i can never please?
You to whom my every did is wrong?
Are you my friend?
You who sadly celebrates with me?
You who'll gladly mourn with me?
You! My friend?
My friend indeed,
cunning as the devil.
Friend like foe,
friendly foe.
HYPOCRITE!
friends are there to catch you when you fall and not to be plastic... nice write
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
LOVE THIS! God, do I know how this feels...