An Old Friend

K.

 

Wilting like a rose

As the winter wind blows

Strong like a tree

As far as they can see.

 

So which one are you?

The rose, or the tree?

Which ones the act?

Have you noticed your lies are suddenly “facts”?

 

The games got old

Yet you think you're still bold.

The fame waved away

Yet you think your “The Fray”.

 

The lies are getting tedious

So let’s be serious.

Don’t think for a second that I won’t remember.

The wounds you left still remain tender.

No one will ever believe a liar

So stop throwing wood into the fire.

 

Remember these words as I say them slowly

Liars won’t get anywhere, and I say this surely.

 

-A

  

This poem is about: 
Me

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