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Alex PB


Notice of absence from Alex PB
Writin' more and more poems is my job,
I shall write when Shakespeare is back.

You were my friend once, 

We went to the same school, 

Though I never met you before,

You were my best friend,

We did not buy our friendship,

You were my closest, 

But it feels like you sold our friendship,

And now we are distant,

You were like a brother, 

I would fight for you,

I was in turmoil,

Physically, mentally and emotionally,

God could have counted my days,

But instead made me live and lose you,

I do not talk to you and I have no desire,

For our friendship meant nothing after,

You have not apologised,

And I will not forgive you,

You will die with guilt,

I will die with thoughts.

  • Author: APB (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 20th, 2024 18:28
  • Category: Unclassified
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