Being True

Being True

A Poem by A

 
I called you a true friend
Always bragging about how close… About how true you were to me.
I told you everything… I would be crying, dying, wanting someone…
Thinking you would always be there for me…
I call, I run, I reach, I hide… your not there for me…
Were you ever there at all?

© 2009 A


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Added on September 9, 2009
Last Updated on October 18, 2009

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London, England, United Kingdom



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