"Friends"

This is a poem about people who proclaim to be friends but are instead deceitful.

They call themselves friends never there when you need them, miraculously appear when they think you can feed them. Whether it's a ear advice or a simple helping hand with their woes, still they never understand. Leaving for 'bigger' as they always do. Quick to come crawling back a surprise you cannot pretend. You see you can do better not holding a grudge, letting bygones be bygones why a hunch? So called 'friendship' with a sweet taste of victory you realize they're the ones internally empty.  

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