You were my best friend…but,
Disagreement brought you to despair
You twisted conviction in your mind,
You allowed words to chain and bind
Imprisoned by qualms
Shaking at the knees,
Your finger trembles on the trigger
If I truly am the villain,
Why am I the one pleading for your life instead of mine?
You were my best friend…but
You weaponized my past to justify your acts
From synchronicity to incongruity
You were my best friend…but
I was the fool in the end.
You killed a part of me that day,
Trust? I don't know what that is these days...
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Sibley Shamra
Poetry is simply diction strung together as I see fit.
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