Is it too much to ask for a loyal companion
When they are all gone and your all alone
They leave you there just breathless and heavy
The things they want will leave you cold
When they see you gone they wont look again
They could care less about a long lost friend
To them you might be better off dead
But you leave to find a way to mend
They use you
Abuse you
Tease you
Misteat you
You allow it all without second thoughts
You allow yourself to go get lost
And when the resources are scarce they leave you in pain
They go away with their personal gain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem