Category : Poems

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Nowadays, there are only a few friendships left 

And of those, only a few are real friends. 

 You never know the other person's intentions,

But many would hurt you if they had the chance.
 The best friend is the pen, 

I write with it every thought 

That makes my heart burn.  
It never let me down, 

It kept everything I said written down.

   If I wanted to forget everything I told,

 I burned the sheet, tore it, buried it.
Nowadays, there are only a few friendships left 

And of those, only a few are real friends. 

Be careful what you say to them,

 Because one day they may be your enemies.