Betrayal
By dannerman
I'm tired; It's late. I can't sleep tonight. My mind is filled So I start to write. The words seem to flow Without any thought. All of my emotions In the stanzas are caught. This is how I cope - This is my escape. There is nothing to fear, And nothing to hate. I write of my feelings - That much is true, But they're *never* a sign Of what I'd actually do. So why risk a friendship? Why break that trust? Why for the betrayal? You should tell me - you must! What were you thinking When you called them to tell? Did you not realize it would Make the past day complete hell? They kept me awake 'Cause they thought I would die. By my own hand. But know this: I'd *never* even try. It's all a big waste - None of it is true, But "reslife" now thinks differently Thanks only to you. Integrity is important, Not easy to mend. You've not only lost it - You've lost a good friend. (c)2002 Tim Danner2002, You can view all my poems online with background music that enhances the poems on my website: http://fade.to/subconsciousillusion Written March 12th, 2002 © on Mar 12 2002 09:09 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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