So, you call me friend
Only to be taken for granted
We shared good memories
Only to be wasted
Now
When little things can’t be appreciated
Need not make them complicated
We’re making ourselves secluded!
Truth is at the end of the day, we only see no other but own selves! Thanks for sharing, top marks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really like this poem because somehow I can relate to it from my past experiences.This poem tells us about how close friends become enemies.