3. MY FRIENDS?

I have friends, I have enemies.
I have three friends claiming my side, now help me decide,
The first of them, he doesn’t blame,
He keeps secrets and never leak them out for your regrets.
All the time, we don’t agree but that is alright.
We are focused, don’t argue about wrong or wright,
But learning and applying third perspective in our lives,
I don’t have to depend on him for anything at least,
So does he.

I have enemies, but lets see if this is a friend.
He insists in every line we talk, for everybody to know he is my friend,
Is this solid desperation? Maybe I am quick to judge the situation,
He adds more wine to his cup, emptying my wine bottle.
He is very jovial when I order out more material things,
To fill his belly, to the point of “maternity things”
I don’t know how he smelled this one,
He is nowhere to be seen, when money in my pocket has seized,
So he dashed?

I have fr-enemies, they will smile when I knock my foot on a rock,
They are nowhere to be seen, since their good times rocked.
I have always been aware, how uncomfortable they are in my presence.
Guilt is punching his head down his throat, he is the past,
Failure to him is like breakfast, it’s frequent and steady fast.
At his worst moments, he remembers! he is trembling,
I am the only way? Now he comes back?
Assuming everything never happened, but!
I resume every moment, so does he!
So he dashed.

writer; Qwufua Broomstick
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Published by Dr. Qwufua Broomstick.

Writer,Researcher,Artist, love diversity, Conjurer.

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