Photo credit: Luis Cortes
You said, “I am your friend, where are you then?”
you said others used me, this I would agree!
“Did u not do the same—for your gain?”
Or was it the enemy I misread?
I hear your voice ringing in my head,
Saying, “I am your friend!
“Go away, for I do not trust you again!”
I am left to face silent echoes; hurricane—music,
The lessons you taught me, “that I misread,”
Your invitation— I was not worthy to be wed,
I whisper I forgive u, forgive me, for being mislead
“Is that true—No I said!” A fool was I,
u wise soul; “moved on to fresh meat!
and we will do this thing again and again,
aren’t you tired? its’ time for you to retire
while I face—the haunting fibs in my head!”