" Anguish..On the side! Please?"
What's a friend? Till the end?Nope,sometimes we contend!
Friend ...beware !! The day will be there...
when yours comes to pend.
Of all the times I needed you ...really needed,
other causes and ideals superseded.
And our friendship..one more time,
seams to be... defeated.
Is it chance or is it luck or simply a conscious choice,
that when I open up my mouth ... you despise my voice?
When I am in need of menial things you always have been there,
but when it comes down to brass tacks,
I am left with my ole friend I choose to call ..despair.
Enough of this! ...Enough of that! ... Of this I can't abide,
for next time I am in need of heart , ti's someone else I shall confide.
I'm sick, I am sick and tired of this predictable roller-coaster ride.
I'm sick, so much, each time you do, I wish That I had died.
FOR ONCE....for once.......LOOK OVER that ..anguish... I call PRIDE........"Sighed"...................................................DeanPeter :(
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