Being True
A Poem by A
I called you a true friend
Always bragging about how close… About how true you were to me.
I told you everything… I would be crying, dying, wanting someone…
Thinking you would always be there for me…
I call, I run, I reach, I hide… your not there for me…
Were you ever there at all?
© 2009 A
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Added on September 9, 2009
Last Updated on October 18, 2009
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ALondon, England, United Kingdom
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Maude: Well, if some people get upset because they feel they have a hold on some things, I'm merely acting as a gentle reminder: here today, gone tomorrow, so don't get attached to things.
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