A look in the eyes says it all
Pain, despair, and sadness
Though it holds something raw
Maybe it is defined as madness
The lips that once sang graceful melodies
Also cut down on the weak
The lips that held such positive remedies
Drilled and made life bleak
What soul can now believe
Those white lies you sang to me?
Truth can't be expected to recieve
A tangled up catastrophe
Saving is a pointless take
Unless ways are somehow changed
To realize the deep, black mistake
Then turn around and rearrange
This poem is about my best friend. She made herself out to seem like an angel, and then, she spread lies and rumors.
I'm sure that a lot of people can relate to this- having friends hurt you is very painful... especially when you trusted them.
