A melancholic frolic
That’s what we’re here for
They act like you’re important
They act like they like you
So long as you fit their image of you
Or they need you
But once they’re done
They’ve had their fun
You hear from them no more
Because what are friends for
If nothing more than another to leave you behind
When they’re interest is no longer on the line
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Comments (7)
True, sadly.
How many have we left in our wake? For me, far too many.
Think we have all been here.
Sadly, there are sooo many people like this! Loved your poem!
Fantastic poem!
Fabulous!!! Spectacularly written especially the rhyming!!!
Sadly, some are like this