I call him, a dear friend of mine,
to my heart, who attached a string,
but look, in the broad daylight,
my skin felt a sudden sting,
oh, did you truly speak my name,
as an ally to trust? I doubt,
when you seem enjoy the fame,
in the people I have called out,
go, seek fun with them,
off the boring circle you belong,
as if I found a rare gem,
something to keep for long,
oh, listen, it's the song of death,
playing for the grave you've dug,
confetti may fall, but the gift you get,
must be the taste of a revenge drug,
so, from the act you take—
a crucial lesson will sure haunt:
betrayal only becomes true ache,
if you break once sought bond.
YOU ARE READING
turning 21 (Completed)
Poetry8th Poetry Anthology here are the poems I wrote as I take a step further away from my youthful days. my 8th anthology... turning 21 🤍✨ Date Published: April 21, 2024
