Talking Bad Read Count : 26

Category : Poems

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Behind my back...
 I hear some people talking bad about me,
  In front of me...
 I hear some of their many beautiful lies
 Trying to impress me.

But in the end, I found out
Some friends were my enemies instead,
 I let them go from my life, 
And I slowly move on all alone on my path.

My story doesn't end when someone leaves,
 I lost a dream but not all my dreams.
Autumn sheds the leaves from the trees, 
But they turn green in the spring.

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  • Jun 28, 2024

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