“Friend”

Sometime will I think of the pain
When I thought you were a friend
Then I shall not be repenting again
For the pain might come to an end,

Yet memory of it will cause me to see
Hidden motives in each new set of eyes
And every truth shall fail to be
Because you once converted all to lies.

Time itself has conspired with you
As what you once were you now are not
Teaching me the false instead of the true
To demerit friendship, distrust the lot.

 

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