Friends

Friends

A Poem by SweeTLoU

I'm walking in a tunnel
and there's no light at the end
somehow all my enemies tricked me
into calling them my friends

One by one they go
taking pieces of my soul
the only friend who doesn't hurt you
is the one you'll never know

© 2014 SweeTLoU


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so true. I love this poem of urs 'Friends", very true. "somehow...........into calling them my friends.....! very true and hits hard!difficult to call people who u have just met a friend. Friendship develops over the days, months and years. Still........is that friend a friend or........youll never know!

Posted 10 Years Ago


It's so hard not to be taken in by the manipulations of so-called "friends." The trick is to surround yourself with people who make you want to be a better person, who lift you up and hold you to a higher and deeper standard.

Posted 10 Years Ago


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I love music i love playing guitar, jammin tunes anything from metal to country, most of the stuff i write is addiction or recovery based. if it helps anyone else thats great but i just write to clear.. more..

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