Poem -
Best of Friends
Best friends we were,
Never a secret,
Then came a man,
One who depleted.
Now we don't talk,
Not much surprise,
As he comes first,
Tears still I cry.
Why did you choose,
Him, you did pick,
As it's a shame,
Which makes me sick.
Will we be friends?
Maybe in time,
Praying, I hope,
But love leads blind.
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