We say love words to one another
In Friendship, like child to a mother
We whisper secrets and confide:
“Swear, with you, I’ll always side”
We nurture and we share
We prosper, and we grow
and of our mistakes, cruel or fair
Quick remorse we show
Or so we should.
Instead,
We expel truths from one another
And pass by, just like some other
Hateful words– we say in anger
As we bid hello, just as strangers
We wound, with vice guised a virtue;
And with hindrance, we speak proper
Such has become of those who,
Once friends, are now imposters
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