I have a so called friend,
whenever sad and lonely
he calls or visits,
eager for an ear and advice,
whenever sun shines in his life
he forgets my very existence,
I have a so called friend,
living for false interpretations
by the popular ones
and finding love in being a slave
amongst pennies and furniture
and lending a helping hand
I had a so called friend
I today removed him from
my cell phone's number list,
and blocked it from reaching
me ever again, i have wasted
enough time worried
What did you think
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This is a great poem and one that I think many people can relate to. There are so many people out there in this world like that. and you dont need them! Well done, great poem.
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Hellos, not stalking really.
Thought Id return a quick favor.
This is really good, I relate to it and imagine it happens to alot of people. "and finding love in being a slave" especially, Even I often find myself altering my personallity for someone, being "fake" etc. Its sad and Im over it too.
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Liked it alot!
Yes, had a friend like this and could totally relate. She even dropped out as maid-of-honor two weeks before my wedding. Now we talk about once every three years. Well written.
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