Your Special Friend
Broken hearted, crushed and hurt
Leaves her lonely and baron like the Sahara desert
Crying everyday at the slightest thing
Cause you have treated her like a plaything
Then one day whilst you lie in bed
A knock on the door raises your head
When you hear a voice at the door
You fallout of bed onto the floor
Realising its your “special friend”
Who you would normally deny knowing till your end
But when challenged, cowardly! you walked away
And surely hung you head in shame
A proud man would end this game
But I’m sure you will be back because you feel no blame
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