The Cemetery Of False Friendships Poem by New Girl Dark NewGirlDark

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They came like candles in the rain, soft voices calling out my name. I thought their hearts would stay the same, yet all they left behind was pain.

They wore their kindness like a veil, a ghostly ship with rotten sail. When storms arrived, their vows grew pale, and every promise seemed to fail.

I gave them shelter from the cold, my trust, my light, my stories told. But friendship bought with borrowed gold turns into dust when hands unfold.

Beneath the moon's unblinking eye, I watched another friendship die. Not with a scream, not with a cry, but with a quiet, cold goodbye.

Now ravens circle where they stood, among the graves of falsehood's wood. The night revealed what darkness should: not every friend who smiles is good.