January 22, 2009
By Kendra Uriot, Attleboro, MA

A best friend is someone who is supposed stay,
A boyfriend is the one to wash it all away.

When time takes control,
Nothing is left but fate to unroll.

When you said you’d always be there,
To the times that you never were.

Relationships that were never supposed to die,
Have now only left me here to cry.

The two who said they’d never go,
Were the ones who I thought I’d never have to let go.

Pretending as if they don’t exist,
In my mind it makes me twist.

The lies that were told,
Were left to unfold.

Not knowing who I can believe,
Leaves me here to only grieve.

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