I’ve been thinking a lot recently,
Of how indecently,
I’ve been treated,
And made to feel,
By some old fiends.
We went our ways,
Had our yesterdays,
As with most life, we move on,
Those friends are gone,
But never forget old friends.
I saw them again, and as with friends,
It’s like you never left,
But it’s very rich that in one breath,
You’re the lowest person, they
Ever met; these Old Friends?
But from the outside I can grin,
Knowing full well what could’ve been,
I see them…
…as false as a lie, as clutched straws are bent,
As every day is spent pretending and assuming,
I laugh, I marvel at how you,
Could possibly make me doubt my life…
…when you don’t even know your own.
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