poem #70A Poem by bishmas
Friends of name, friends of face
Friends I could never replace Some await me and some may hate me But at one time they filled a space Friends of face, friends of name Friendships now that feel so tame A line was crossed, now some are lost But you and I are not to blame © 2015 bishmas |
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Added on January 11, 2015 Last Updated on January 11, 2015 Author |