The Betrayal
She was a faithful wife, friend, mother and lover
With the man in her life there was no other.
She thought she was his companion and confidante
And another woman he did not want.
But he had a secret that he could not tell
Of another woman he knew quite well.
He was going to play cards he had said:
Then went and climbed into her bed.
This went on for quite some time
Till he was seen by prying eyes.
She then was told by a friend
And her tears rolled down without an end.
She followed him one night to his so called game
And the address she was given was exactly the same.
She felt humiliated and betrayed
And her life would never be the same.
When he came home that night
He found his suitcase outside the door
With a note: I never want to see you any more
You had betrayed my love and trust
and my Pain is much to much
So take your things and go to her bed
From this moment on you are dead.
Alongside the note there were pictures of
The two embracing and kissing in the dark
Thinking they was alone in the park.
Now his betrayal came to light
As he begged and pleaded with all his might.
poem by Louis Rams
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Three persons and a dog and loyalty
I, you, he, she, it…
three distinct views of the world
(though perhaps not to the Creator?)
which seem so different. Which
grammarians note, and writers write about.
A father who was all mine, I thought,
waiting for a boy one day after school
who was that younger me
with a small and lively bundle of love and energy and loyalty
straining to meet this stranger, as if I’d been a friend
already all its life - yet whom he’d not yet met -
straining at a brand-new brown leather leash…
how well you remember it…
he said he’d bought it for that son, who was me
but when, a childhood ago, he had to have it put away
it was he who cried for, so mother said
only the second time in his life.
I just felt betrayed. Again.
so when they gathered at his, that’s father’s, funeral
thinking of things to say
that would not hurt too much to say
they said, and he loved that dog so much he cried,
for the second time in his life, Dorothy says,
we never ever saw him cry…
and you remember that day and what they said
so clearly
and though I’ve moved from there
they may if they remember me
say much the same of other matters about that boy
who was me. For
memory doesn’t distinguish much in the past
between the living and the dead, in grammar,
why should it
and you wonder, well I do,
whether Sport in his unspoken dog-grammar
even with his eloquent tail
perhaps, sniffing at an interesting tree in the park
might not distinguish just as sharply with that wet, wise nose,
I-dog, you-dog, he, she, it-dog,
living with memory of some unspoken kind, yet
oblivious of death
or betrayal.
for Max if he likes it
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Sorrowful Love
A boy and a girl,
the best of friends.
From elementary to high school,
from beginning to end.
Through all those years,
their friendship grew.
They both felt the same,
but neither knew.
Each waking moment,
since the day they met,
They both loved each other,
sunrise to sunset.
He was all she had,
in her terrible life.
He was the one,
who kept her from her knife.
She was his angel,
she made him smile.
Though life threw him curves,
she made it all worth while.
Then one day,
things went terribly wrong.
The next few weeks
were like a very sad song.
He made her jealous,
on purpose he tried.
When the girl asked, 'Do you love her? '
on purpose he lied.
He played with jealousy,
like it was a game.
Little did he know,
things would never be the same.
His plan was working,
but he had no clue.
How wrong things would go,
the damage he would do.
One night she broke down,
feeling very alone.
Just her and the blade,
no one else home.
She dialled his number,
he answered, 'Hello'
She told him she loved him,
and hung up the phone.
He raced to her house,
just a minute too late.
Found her lying in blood,
her heart had no rate.
Beside her was a note,
in it her confession.
Her love for this boy,
her only obsession.
As he read the note,
he knelt down and cried.
He grabbed her knife,
that night they both died.
She was found in his arms,
both of them dead.
Under her note
his handwriting said:
I loved her so,
she never knew.
All this time
I loved her too
poem by Tiana Webb
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Two Loves
The woman he loved, while he dreamed of her,
Danced on till the stars grew dim,
But alone with her heart, from the world apart
Sat the woman who loved him.
The woman he worshipped only smiled
When he poured out his passionate love.
But the other somewhere, kissed her treasure most rare,
A book he had touched with his glove.
The woman he loved betrayed his trust,
And he wore the scars for life;
And he cared not, nor knew, that the other was true;
But no man called her his wife.
The woman he loved trod festal halls,
While they sang his funeral hymn,
But the sad bells tolled, ere the year was old,
For the woman that loved him.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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The Birth
he was born on a dark lonely night
and not a soul was in sight.
his mother was driving home
on that starry night, when she started
to feel the contractions.
she knew right then that she would
have to take action.
she pulled alongside that old country road
and her stomach she did hold
.
when she felt that waterbag bust
and in GOD she put her trust.
she asked the LORD what she should do
for she knew not what to do.
she heard a voice so soft and gentle
that told her to stay calm.
for this was a special child
that would be born this night
and that everything was going
to be allright.
she pushed the front seat back
as far as it would go
and took off her clothing so
that she could see.
the pains became so severe
and a head did appear.
she pushed with all her might
so that this child could be free.
for this was the way
it was meant to be.
as the child started to come out
from her lungs came a shout.
this child came out with such ease
and she felt a gentle breeze
as if it was a whisper upon her face
and she knew it was through GODS grace.
with a penknife she cut the cord.
and cleaned him up the best she could.
she wrapped him within her coat
and put the heater on
and drove back to a distant farm.
when she got to the farm
and banged upon the door.
when no one answered
she knealt down on the floor.
again she called upon the LORD
and asked what she should do.
he told her to look towads the barn
for there was a light as bright as day
and the farmer was baling hay.
as she got to the barn door
she collapsed in sheer exhaustion.
when she finally opened up her eyes
on the hay she did lay.
and beside her lay her child.
and the farmer told her she was
out for quite a while.
but the ambulance was on the way
and that he could not move her
in fear of jeopardizing her life
and that she was cleaned up
by his lovely wife.
now the farmers wife was
a religious woman
who believed that nothing
happens by chance.
and at this child she did glance.
she said that he had an aura
of light above his head
just like the bible which she had read.
she looked at this childs mother
and asked her this:
'is this coincidence or is this
a sign from above
that he would be in a barn
like christ was in the manger?
she recalled that gentle voice and
what it had said.
that a special child would be born on this night.
now you tell me.
was she wrong, or was she right?
poem by Louis Rams
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Always a woman
Late at night when I tuck them tight
I am a mother
Morning breaks and I have eggs to bake
I am a nurturer
But always with me the thought
I am a woman
Suit, heals and briefcase
I am a lawyer
Lace, stockings and champagne
I am a lover
But always with me the thought
I am a woman
Tears and stories of regret
I am a friend
Teachings and homework
I am a mentor
But always with me the thought
I am a woman
Apron and dinner to make
I am a cook
Stolen cookies and milk
I am an accomplice
But always with me the thought
I am a woman
Alone at last with chocolate to indulge
I am me
Pages of a book to entice
I am me
All roles rolled into one
But … always a woman
poem by Jenna Wolf
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The tears that I cry are not yours
I am not your friend who tried
to kill you last night
I am not you friend who mustanize
and try to get intimacy
I am not your friend who killed you
your father, then came back home with a gun on my face
I am not your friend
who is your friend
then your friend
what is a friend
when you have a friend
then a friend who is my friend
when I have a friend
The tears that I cry are not yours
I have never had a friend
like my mother
I have never had a friend
like my father
I have never had a friend
like my brother
my sister, she hates me
as much as I hate her
The tears that I cry are not yours
who is she to take off
her clothes in the middle of
the street and say the door will
be closed in the next fifteen minutes round
The tears that I cry are not yours
‘she my mother, my mother who cries
every time she thinks of
me’
you are my sister
but you were my sister
when my sister was born
The tears that I cry are not yours
every time I see her
I am happy
for she knows what it means to…
‘she used to come home to me
and say poy I have something for you to eat
don’t tell anyone
The tears that I cry are not yours’
poem by Amos Motlanthe
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Friend, Lover, Sister, Mother/wife
If I ever held a hand
It was only because Id never held your hand
That was part of the plan
I had 2 get it right if I was 2 be your man
And if I ever kissed your lips
I needed time 2 cross the others off my list (off my list)
A higher high 2 the trip (trip)
I wanted u 2 go, that was my wish - yes it was
(ooh my) friend, lover, sister, mother/wife
Air, food, water, love of my life
If I ever shared a bed
It was only cuz I wanted 2 live up 2 what the people said, oh yes
(what they say? ) {x5}
Now Im livin instead
Everyday just 2 say ure the only one whos in my head
(the only one) {x2}
Oh yes u are
And if I ever made u cry
All I have 2 do is think about it and I just wanna die (I just wanna die)
(I just wanna break down and die, die, die, die)
How Id ever make it by (I dont know) without u, baby (without u, baby)
I dont know (no!), I hope I never have 2 try, yeah
(please dont ever leave me)
Oh, listen 2 me
(ooh my) friend, lover, sister, mother/wife
(my sweet, sweet friend, lover, sister, mother/wife)
Air, food, water, love of my life
The eyes of my child I see every time u look at me
(I see a sweet baby smile)
A sweet baby smile like a light that shines 4 all 2 see
(and if I ever held a hand) if I ever held a hand
Oh, twas only cuz Id never held yours
That was part of, part of the plan
I had 2 get it right (right) if I was 2 be your man because...
(ooh my) friend, lover, sister, mother/wife
(friend, lover, sister, mother/wife)
My, my, my, my air, my food, my water, love of my life (I love u)
(everlasting life)
Teacher (teacher), healer (healer), feeler (feeler), sight 4 sore eyes
(let me look at your eyes - ure so pretty)
Oh, yes u are, baby
(ooh my) dont u know ure my friend, my lover, my sister, love of my life (mother/wife)
Yeah, baby, yes u are
{te amo is I love u}
(ooh my) friend (te amo), lover (te amo), sister (te amo), mother/wife
(hug me, hug me, hug me baby, u are my life)
(Ill stay with u 4ever) {x2}
Till death do us part, baby (yes sir!)
Air (te amo), food (te amo), water (te amo), love (love of my life)
U are the only, only love of my life
My friend, lover, sister, mother/wife
song performed by by Prince
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I've been betrayed
Trust is very big word
A light that shines in your eyes
Trust is faith
Trust is something you believe in
Trust means the world
Without trust there is no love
Love and trust should walk,
Hand in hand.
The man I loved
My trust was broken
I share with them my whole,
Life.
My heart is empty
Its cold as ice
I feel lonely
How can I trust you
After all the lies you told.
I've been betrayed
I thought I could trust you
Never thought that you,
could do that.
I feel lonely
Feeling scared
My heart is broken
I've been betrayed.
poem by Maria Luisa Taylor
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Introducing... Me!
I am the woman who was the girl who thought she was alone.
The same girl that pretended to be the life of our group to stay on top.
The girl who was everyone's friend even though I did not like myself very much.
I was the girl who thought that love only came in one form.
So I used it to my advantage and ended up scorned.
I was the girl that found herself in trouble too deep to be fished out.
I was the girl who grew up too fast with no way out.
I had to grow, so that I might learn to be the mother I needed to be.
I was the girl who was a child-mother with only my own mother there for me.
The girl who was afraid to pout who had to be always brave.
The girl who felt as if I never got but only gave.
I was the girl who made all her own choices and stood up to take responsibility.
I was the girl who told the world how dare you judge her because of me.
Now I am the woman who, will fight the very devil for my childrens lives.
I fought him for two of my babies and won, my fourth in God's arms lay.
I am the woman who will stand up and shout for what I believe.
The woman who learned the hard way there is no reprieve.
I am the woman who finally learned how to love herself.
And in doing so found true love at last.
I am the woman who is the life of the party now.
The woman that has few real friends, but they matter more then they did then.
I am the woman who can cry and know it will be alright.
I am the woman who can say,
I am beautiful today.
If not for one woman who was there to help show me how.
I would not be the woman standing here now.
My Mother is the woman in me who I long to be.
My Mother is the woman I emmulate and hope my girls will come to be like.
She is stronger then Breast Cancer. Stronger then Divorce.
Stronger then all the trials I put her through.
If she were not here today what would I do?
poem by Lydie Mathers
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Betrayed
vs.1 I had always thought that we were best friends.
We had our good and bad times growing up.
He had always acted like an angel around me.
I didn't know about the other side he had; this time I ran outta luck.
(chorus)
He betrayed me,
And I don't know why.
He didn't believe me,
And what he did made me cry.
I don't know what his problem was that day,
All I know is I was betrayed.
vs.2 He told me to leave him alone.
After that, it really made me mad.
I probably should not have blown up right then,
It just tore me apart that he didn't understand that I was sad.
(chorus)
(instrumental)
Bridge: Yeah, I truly thought that he was my bestest friend.
Momma was right; he turned out to be a jerk in the end.
(chorus) x2
I don't think I'll ever know what his problem was that day,
All I know is I was betrayed.
Betrayed, whoa-ooh, betrayed.
Oooh, betrayed.
poem by Rebecca Ryan
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She Wants You
[R.] Here's the day I've been waiting on
NFL on Sunday morn'
[Kelly] But you know we need to talk right now
[R.] Not right now the TV is on
Move outta the way
The National Anthem is coming on
[Kelly] If it's the National Anthem you want
[R.] Kelly let it wait
[Kelly] Here it is
[R.] Woman if you don't go in there
And get me my beer and leave me alone
[Kelly] And I thought I made it clear
[R.] Please don't start this again
[Kelly] Told you to get her out of there
[R.] I told you she was just a friend
[Kelly] Came through your house last night
And her bags were still there, oh
[R.] Oh damn
(Chorus)
Kelly Price-
She wants you
And baby I'm not fooled
She wants you
So don't you play the fool
You say she's just a friend
But I can see straight through
Baby I'm not having it
Ooh, a true friend indeed
She was just a friend in need
She called to you just for help
She said she didn't have no one else
But I know that something's wrong
I felt it while we were on the phone
Cause she's looking for love
And she's looking at you
I recognize the game boy
(Chorus)
No, no, no, no, no
Just you and me
Until this came to be, hmm
We never had an argument
Until the day you took her in, yeah
My love this is killing me (Yes it is)
The web she weaves, oh, underhanded schemes
But I can see what you don't see
I've been here before
And I won't take no more
(Chorus)
No, no never gonna play fool
Never gonna play a fool no more
Like in Friend Of Mine, no not this time
Never gonna let another one take what's mine
Sai
song performed by by Kelly Price
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Give Me Dark Any Day
Darkness a shroud, created to blind
Light often leaves somebody behind
Dark is forever, faithful and true
Light often hides all the lies from you
You think light brings answers, no
Night does that, just so you know
Night is protective
Light, selective
Night is a comfort, a blanket, and friend
Light hides more lies and ways to pretend
Night is how you protect yourself
Light brings pain that you'd rather put away on a shelf
Watch as night appears as Light fades in the west
Now can you see why I like Dark best?
On that note, I leave you with this
Know that Night will protect you with a dark, sweet abyss
poem by Tori Alana
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A Friend Of Mine
1 - she was a friend of mine
She left with my man
She lied
Cheated
Took all I had
She was a friend of mine
She used what she knew
She lied
Cheated
And left me confused
I feel so lost
Dont know why this has happened to me
My closest friend
I never would have thought it could be
You were someone
Someone I really thought I could trust
But my man
You laid
And Im betrayed
Repeat 1
Thicker than blood
Where ever there was me
There was you
My all was your wrong
But that wasnt enough for you
You had to see
And tried to walk a mile in my shoes
In my head
In my bed
Betrayed by my best friend
Repeat 1
And oh, I wanna know why (why)
You were my friend (why)
I gave you all I had (why)
Everything, everything that you wanted
Why
You were my friend (why)
Oh, my sister (why)
Gave all you want
Ad lib while
Repeat 1 until fade
song performed by by Kelly Price
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Lover Be Thy Name
Lover, lover
Lover be thy name I say
Hey, hey, hey lover
Lover, lover
Lover be thy name
Everyday when the sun goes down
And all alone I face the night
I thinkof you and all that you've been
To me you've torn away a hole in my life
Don't try to be my sister, my mother, my friend
Cause it would never ever be the same
Hey, hey, hey
Lover be thy name
In the Middle of the night
Lover be thy name
In the middle of the night
Lover be thy name
Go live your life and I'll try live mine
But baby, if you see me out on the street
Walk away, turn away
Don'tlook in my eyes
Till I get my heart back on my feet
Don't wanna be your brother or the
Shoulder you lean on
Just to ease the burning pain
When I Call you there's no answer
When I had your love
I didn't know the words to say
Those words to make you stay
I should have said
Lover, lover
Lover be thy name
song performed by by Haddaway
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Fisticuffs
They found james ambrose dead in his cell,
A gaping gash in his arm had drained him down to hell.
No one knew for sure if ambrose was his name.
They called him yankee sullivan in early days of fame.
Hed known the game of fisticuffs had always treated him right .
But no one knew the men who came and took his life that night
Hed spent some time in botany bay atoning for his sins.
He fought a bout with hammer lane and took a tainted win.
He was the hero of the bowery, a prince of lawless times.
Then was battered by the butcherman in 1849.
He knew the game of fisticuffs, he knew the game of might.
But no one knew the men who came and took his life one night.
He knew the game of fisticuffs.
Lilly and mccoy were shy of a hundred and forty pounds.
In 1842 they went a hundred and eighteen rounds.
They begged mccoy to cash it in, he said that he would not.
Got up and fought one more round then died right on the spot.
He knew the game of fisticuffs, he knew the game of fight.
But no one knew the game would come and take his life that night.
song performed by by Primus
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Oh Mother
Oh mother
The very first time I saw you, warmth filled my eyes
The vision of a simple woman
The touch of my truthful maama
The beginning of an endless affection
Lest you forget
Oh mother
You built my home within your heart
I was lifeless you brought me life
Deepth in darkness you maketh for me a light
Delivered carefully your baby so I'll come alive
My first friend, my best friend
We always thought alike
Lest I forget
Oh mother
Gone in a flash
Sitting here like trash
Now I cant play outside
Pain stricken so harsh
Tears are salty not what i want
Cruelty without you has gotten me bad
But the hope you fed me is still intact
Lest I forget
Oh mother
Remember you promised me forever
My little sister awaits you too
Playing here on her chair
In her best coloured attire
Waiting for you dear
Lest we forget
Oh mother
Within and around you piety
In you I've known chastity
There I found serenity
Taste of peace and tranquillity
No adversity no enmity
Lest you forgone
Oh mother
Your baby boy is now a man
Praying for you days and nights
Hoping your abode is full of lights
Knowing my place is reserved by you
Because beside you is where I belong
The next time I see you I won't let you go again
Hold your hands the way I used to
This time you are not leaving without me
Lest thy lord forsakes
Oh mother
I trust you like no other
I love you I respect you
I pray that we'll end up together
poem by Khalifa Mustapha
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Secrets
I told her all my secrets.
Once started they came out almost by themselves and she acted so enchanted it was easy to just keep going on and on.
I told her about my first kiss, about my stealing grapes from the grocery store, one grape, is all it was, but I never forgot taking it. I told her about the time I told a lie to make myself seem more important than I was.
I had never been to Russia. But I said I did to impress my friends. I told her of times I had been quiet when I should have spoken up, of that moment of cowardice when I should have helped my friend when the gang caught us. I didn't help. I ran and they caught him. I didn't go back to help.
I revealed what I think about at night when I am going to sleep, my little vanities and self-deceptions because they seem harmless. I told her about the little mean things I've done and the day I learned that you could lie if it was small one and it kept someone from feeling hurt; of the secret anxieties i felt and the loves I lost and never knew why, of how I worry about being in shape all the time and the times in my twenties when I looked everywhere in faces on the street, in magazines, among strangers asking myself are you The One? I told her that quest never ended-I simply shortened the voyage because long quests can be tiring.
I told her of my secret desire to impress her by telling her my secrets; no pretending to tell her secrets so as to get her to tell me her secrets and this was my ultimate secret which, of course was no secret at all, since I told.
She laughed saying 'I know but the gesture, I thought was sweet.'
So, I said, 'Do you have pretend secrets for me? ' 'Sure, ' she said, 'but I will mix in the telling some real ones, like you did, and we can then both guess which ones were true. A little mystery never hurt anyone.'
So she began to reciprocate tellling me her first kiss was through a screen door and her mother asked what was wrong with her lips, about never realizing until she was ten that it went in... there.. About the shock of all of it. About the time she saw her mother and dad doing it. She told me about the first time which was very very short, and the boy who was afraid and fumbly. About her first push-em-bra and lace underthings she bought at Victoria's Secret and the party where some one felt her up in the dark and she let him. About her belief that she had lived in some previous life and remembered bits and pieces of it.
About how she thought when getting her period that she was dying and didn't tell anyone until her mother discovered the blood. Her first boy friend who was sweet and a virgin and so was she. She thought you could get pregnant from tonguing when kissing; about her first O and how it scared her; how she looked in the mirror afterwards to she if she had changed; about how scared she was when it came time to deliver the baby.
We talked for hours, mostly about the secrets but ultimately we started to share dreams. She wanted to be a ballerina but had to give it up. I wanted to be a sports star, but too short. We share dreams gains and lost, mostly lost, given up for a good job or the quest for one or for family and kids.
From that first 'she called my number by mistake call' we call once a year, in secret of course, and share some more. We've never met. Don't need to. I already know all her secrets and she knows mine.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Faithful
Faithful to the end
She's a lover and a friend
Faithful to the end
And with this i know you can win, just stay faithful
Faithful till the end
Faithful to the end
Listen ya'll she's a mother and a wife, she is everything, faithful
Faithful to the end
Even when things go wrong and you got nobody else to call
You call on good ol' faithful
Faithful to the end
Cause i know you gotta stay faithful
Faithful to the end
She's the one that will cook and clean, wash your clothes
So you always gotta stay faithful
Faithful to the end
Ya'll just take it on home, i can't even sing no more
Faithful to the end
Yeah, i like that
song performed by by Faith Evans
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My Friend
Written by orbison/dees.
If I my friend cant tell you.
When you my friend are wrong.
Not to do what you want to
Just because its wrong.
Well then my friend in passing.
Weve been friends too long.
And I my friend must tell you,
Leave that woman alone.
Your little girls might not understand,
And you know the baby would cry.
And what would you do if their mommy knew,
And she told you goodbye?
Let it end my friend say its over,
And thank the stars above.
That youve got a home to run to,
And a sweet sweet woman to love.
I must say my friend if you stay my friend.
Leave that woman alone.leave my woman alone.
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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(Anger) My Faithful Friend
Anger, my faithful friend, never relenting, embedded in the
pit of my soul, ready to strike when fate and foe deal
their dreaded blows. Embracing you I have, all of my
life, drawing courage and strength in the face of pain.
I’ve been shunned by some, chastised by many when you
reared your ugly little head, but if not for your defense I
would have surely drowned in self defeat. In lack of
self responsibilities when inflicting their pain, my
foes have said, (Anger managment is what she needs) .
I pushed you away my friend, accepting the guilt from
others when clinging to you in times of trouble, but
as I picked my beat and bloody self up one day I
realized it was not my guilt but theirs that I took that
pushed you away.
Many have said that my friend is bad, but I say that
my friend is a gift, so I could stand with courage and defend.
For God told of the sorrows in this life and knew
you would sustain me till the end. I thank you
my faithful Friend.
poem by Pam Thomas
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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